"Were you heading for home?" asked Hiram.
"If I was I didn't know it," Post said with a faint laugh.
"But where is your home?"
"Anywhere I hang up my hat."
"Really?"
"I'm giving it to you straight."
"And no friends?"
"You are the best friend I ever had," declared the young man, with sudden emotion. "Nobody ever put himself out for me before that I can remember."
"Oh, don't make too much of what little I have done," Hiram urged. "Where do you go from here?"
"I haven't the first idea. I'll get out as soon as I can—"