It flashed like a bleached bone.

What the devil's the matter with me?
I don't stand right on my legs.

Coming afoul of that old man has a sort of turned me wrong side out.

By the Lord, I must have been dreaming, though--How?
how?
how ?--but the only way's to stash it; so here goes to hammock again; and in the morning, I'll see how this plaguey juggling thinks over by daylight.".