“Oh, didn’t I tell you? I thought I’d come across with you, and see you well on your way. Esau there wouldn’t be comfortable without me. I don’t know when I became such friends with any one before as I have with him. Well, did you get a good dinner?”
He fixed Esau with his eye, and I saw the perspiration begin to stand in little drops on my companion’s forehead, as he stammered out something about “good-dinner.”
“But what about yours?” I said.
“Oh, I was afraid of some muddle being made with our luggage, so I stopped and got something to eat here.”
“Our luggage?” I said.
“Oh yes,” he replied with a curious laugh. “Mine is below too.”