He downed about a half a bottle of rum before I finally coaxed him to lie down a few minutes. That was about seven o’clock. Two more stiff drinks and he was asleep. He still sleeps, I hope. I’ll be there in the morning when he wakes up....
God, it was awful to see a man shatter right in front of your eyes....
He was in such terrible shape that I unloaded all the gats in the house and pocketed all the shells, locked up all the poisons in the medicine cabinet, and locked the doors onto the verandah.
Because he’ll never see her again, he doesn’t care about anything, now.... I’ve seen quite a bit of various and assorted death, but never before in my life have I seen a living man die and go on living. I know now that Jimmy will never be himself again. Never again the cheerful, energetic Jimmy who is loved in Mexico, South America, and the West Indies. He won’t be James Robert Gresham again. I’m so glad that I can help him if only for a few days.
