"All right," said Tom. "I'm agreeable."
When they came to the Ohio side of the river the two got off. The young man was so well over his fit of drunkenness that he walked quite steadily, showing no trace of it in his gait.
"I live a mile and a half away," he said, "but it will be better to walk, as we shall be less liable to take cold in our wet clothes. Or, do you feel tired?"
"Not a bit," said Tom. "I'm used to walkin'. My coachman don't have much to do."
"You're a genius," said the young man.
"I'm glad to hear it," said Tom. "If I'm a fair specimen, geniuses don't know much."
"At any rate, you are not such a fool as I am."
"Are you a fool?"
"Any man is a fool that gets drunk."
"I don't know but you're right," said Tom. "What makes you do it?"