Then another silence, while Danny hung his head as he felt those searching eyes boring through him.
"Long trip this hot weather, ain't it?"
"Yes, very long."
Danny looked quickly at his interrogator then and asked:
"How did you know?"
"Didn't. Just guessed." He chuckled.
"Ever think how many men's been thought wise just guessin'?"
But Danny caught the evasion. He looked down at his clothes, wrinkled, but still crying aloud of his East.
"I suppose," he muttered, "I do look different—am different."
And the association of ideas took him across the stretches to Manhattan, to the life that was, to—