"What do you call strangers—men like yourself?"
"Yes."
"Well, I see one come with Joe Brown by the train this morning."
"What sort of a looking fellow was he?"
"He had old togs on, but didn't seem used to them."
"Where is he now?"
"Don't know. Last I see of him he was in a buggy."
"What was he doing?"
"Why, driving away, of course. Seemed in a blooming hurry, too, and looked as if he was going a journey by the stuff he had aboard."
"Where did he get the turn-out?"