"Two of us grabbed holt of him by the arms and pulled him up on his feet. He opened his eyes kind of dazed-like and looked around. Colonel Bud, he done the talking. "'Stony,' he says, not angry but real pitiful, in his tones, 'Stony, why the name of Gawd didn't you git him drunk?' "Stony, he sort of studied a minute. Then he says, slow and deliberate and thick: "'Drunk? Why, boys, I gozzom so drunk I couldn't see him.' "And as we came on home, we all had to admit you couldn't git a man no drunker than that, and live."