“I would chance the ghosts,” Hi said, “if you would direct me on my way.”
“You would never find your way,” the man said. “I couldn’t hope to show it to you in a first quarter moon.”
“Will you show it to me to-morrow?”
“Yes, I’ll show it to you to-morrow.”
“Early; first thing? Would you mind starting early, so that I may reach the road before dark?”
“I’ll start fairly early.”
“Will you tell me what you are?” Hi said. “I mean, what you do out here in the wilderness?”
“I?” the man said. “I’m one of the damned lost souls, who like my own way and mind my own business.”
“Certainly,” Hi said. “I didn’t mean to be inquisitive.”
“You say you haven’t any money?”