"And what did you do?"
Frank considered.
"I'm not quite sure. I know I walked a great deal. People were awfully good to me. One woman stopped her motor—and I hadn't begged, either—"
"You! Begged!"
"Lord, yes; lots of times.... Well, she gave me a quid, and I didn't even thank her. And that lasted me very well, and I did a little work too, here and there."
"But, good Lord! what did you do?"
"I walked. I couldn't bear towns or people or anything. I got somewhere outside of Ripon at last, and went out on to the moors. I found an old shepherd's hut for about a week or ten days—"
"And you—"
"Lived there? Yes. I mended the hut thoroughly before I came away. And then I thought I'd come on here."
"What were you doing on the bridge?"