"Tell me about yourself, Geordie," I said, but he did not answer.
"Do you keep rabbits?"
"Aye."
"What kind?"
"Twa Himalayas and a half Patty."
"Keep doos?"
"No."
It was like drawing blood from a milestone.
"What do you do when you go home at nights?"
It was a long difficult task to get anything out of him. The only fact of value I got was that he was a great reader of Wild West stories. I asked him to come to me again, and he said he would.