Scipio, hearing the voice at the door, looked over the top of his paper at the visitor.
“Yes,” he replied, precisely as if the visitor had never been out of the room.
“What d’ y’u know?” inquired the Virginian.
“Nothing; what do you?”
After all, such brief greetings cover the ground.
“Better sit down,” suggested Scipio.
The Virginian sat, and took up a paper. Thus for a little while they both read in silence.
“Did y’u stop at the Agency as y’u came along?” asked Scipio, not looking up from his paper.
“No.”