He did not seem to see them, however, but kept on the same incoherent talking in a low growl, and his eyes glared strangely at objects unseen by those he passed.
All at once, though, he paused as he reached the broad marketplace of the town, and said to one of a group of idlers the one word—
“Workus?”
“Eh?”
“Workus!” said the tramp fiercely.
“Oh! Straight avore you. Zee a big wall zoon as yer get over the bridge.”
The man staggered on, and crossed the swift river running through the town, and in due course reached the big wall, in which was a doorway with a bell-pull at the side.
A few minutes later the door had been opened, and a stalwart porter seemed disposed to refuse admission, but his experienced eyes read the applicant’s state, and the door closed upon the strangely assorted pair.