“It’s the drunkard,” Hi said.
“The stiff? You woke him?”
“Yes.”
Hi noticed that the man’s eyes were fixed upon him somewhat strangely.
“Which way you goin’, cocky?” he asked.
“Anselmo,” Hi said. “Do you know it?”
“I know it well,” the man said. “I don’t mind setting you there, or on the way there.”
“That’s very kind of you,” Hi said. “But are you going that way?”
“Never you mind where I’m going,” the man said. “You’re a damn sight too nosy.”
“No more nosy, as you call it, than you,” Hi answered. “I know the way to Anselmo; if it’s out of your own way, I can find it myself. But we’d better not go straight past the fire; we might be recognised.”