"I couldn't see only the mere outline of him, and didn't dare crawl in, for I knew he had a knife.

All I could do was cover him with a gun, an' try to make him come out.

That's what I was up to when you called.

Damned if I knew what to do then--there was some racket up stairs, let me tell you, an' I knew there was a devil of a fight goin' on.

I wanted to be in it the worst way, but I couldn't find it in my heart to let that devil loose again.
Finally I got desperate, an' grabbed him by the leg, an' hauled him out, spittin' and fightin' like a cat.