"Wasn't he grateful?"
"Suttingly."
"What did you talk about after that?"
"We sot down there a spell and chinned, that's all. He axed me who I was, and I told him. He axed me if I was long in these parts, and I told him allers. He axed me where I lived, and I told him about this cottage. That's all—only he said he was a hobo, and that he was called Handsome. I allowed that the people who called him that lied mightily; but I didn't say so jest then."
"What more was talked about?"
"Nothin'."
"When was the next time you saw him?"
"That was in the middle of the summer, and it was farther south—not far from the railroad tracks."
"Well, what happened then?"
"That was the time he helped me."