"But isn't there some one in your—your village—I suppose it's a village, isn't it?"
"Shouldn't wonder if 'twas."
The visitor tasted that "'t wa-a-as" with appetite, and echoed it mentally.
"Some one who would take a boarder if—if I want to stay?" The monotonous landscape was not inviting.
"Wall, for accawmodation's sake I cal'late they would; but it's only for accawmodation's sake, ye understand." The speaker winked again. "The Cape don't take boarders."
"Oh, I see," laughed the visitor. "But you must have expected somebody. You're here."
"Usually git somebody. I haul 'em for hard cash, not for accawmodation's sake, so ye see I'm on hand."
"I should hope so. What should I have done if you hadn't been here?"
"Oh, they'se a car you could git over there a little piece." The speaker unhooked one thumb and gestured.
"I'd far rather go with you, Mr.—Mr.—"