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"How far up-town?" inquired Carroll, still gazing at the portrait, which had an odd hardness of outline, and appeared almost as if carved out of wood. "You are at One Hundred and Twenty-fifth Street," replied Allbright. "You are at my house, Mr. Carroll. You fell right out here, and I had you carried in here." Carroll tried again to rise, and made a despairing gasp. "Oh, my God!" he said.
Allbright brought the whiskey, of which he kept a small supply in the house in case of dire need, and stood over Carroll with that and a teaspoon, with a vague idea of trying to insinuate a few drops into his mouth. The two policemen clamped heavily down-stairs, agreeing that they would remain until the doctor came, and see if it was to be the hospital after all.
We all cleared out early and went into the fields, but even so it was too late; many men's clothes were tainted, and by 6-0 p.m. all the servants and more than half the other Headquarter details were blind and had to go. Serjeant Bent, of the Regimental Aid Post, and Allbright, the Orderly Room Clerk, were amongst those who went down.
Dick Allbright said rafts that had fooled with it had got bad luck by it. The captain of the watch said he didn't believe in it. He said he reckoned the bar'l gained on us because it was in a little better current than what we was. He said it would leave by and by.
She was of a superior sort to the down-stairs woman, and she often told her brother she could not get used to folks using such language. Poor Carroll was looking dimly at his watch, and Allbright at once divined that he could not distinguish the time without his eye-glasses. He therefore leaned over him his own spectacles were on his nose and told him the time.
A good many wanted to kill Dick Allbright, because he'd seen the bar'l on other trips, and that had an ugly look. Some wanted to put him ashore. Some said, let's all go ashore in a pile, if the bar'l comes again. 'This kind of whispers was still going on, the men being bunched together forrard watching for the bar'l, when, lo and behold you, here she comes again.
"I have lost the last train out. There isn't time to get down to the ferry, and there is that poor child all alone there, and she won't know " "You can send a telegram," suggested the doctor. "Now, Mr. Carroll, don't get excited." "She will be all right," said Allbright. "What is it?" asked the down-stairs woman, coming to the door.
"I don't know; I reckon it ain't a bar'l, but I thought it might be," says he. "Yes," I says, "so it might be, and it might be anything else, too; a body can't tell nothing about it, such a distance as that," I says. 'We hadn't nothing else to do, so we kept on watching it. By and by I says "Why looky-here, Dick Allbright, that thing's a-gaining on us, I believe." 'He never said nothing.
"I know this gentleman. I have been a book-keeper in his office. He slipped on the ice. I saw him fall. He is not drunk." One of the policemen, who had been long in the vicinity and knew Allbright, as from the heights of the law one might know an unimportant and unoffending citizen, responded. "All right," he said, laconically. "Hospital?"
'How did you get dry so quick? 'I don't know, sir. I'm always that way, mostly. 'Oh, you are, are you. What's your name? I warn't going to tell my name. I didn't know what to say, so I just says 'Charles William Allbright, sir. Then they roared the whole crowd; and I was mighty glad I said that, because maybe laughing would get them in a better humor. When they got done laughing, Davy says
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