When reaching for his boots, Judson stepped upon that acorn. His foot slid
from under him and his head struck the massive table as he fell.
Several minutes later, he began to regain his senses. Alec‟s strong arm was
supporting his head as he lay on the porch, and a kindly voice was saying, “It
wasn‟t much of a fall, Mr Webb. You ain‟t cut none; just knocked out for a
minute. Here, take this. It‟ll pull you together.”
A small whiskey glass was pressed to Judson‟s lips. Dazed and half-conscious
he drank.