He let his arm fall to his side.
“I ain’t got any passport; that went with the rest, and I never had the heart to ask for another.”
He gave a bad imitation of a sob.
“Never mind the side play,” I commented, as he began to rumble in the bottomless pocket of his coat. “I will supply all that as you go along. What is it you want?”
He withdrew his hand and wiped his eyes with his sleeve.
“Come in out of the rain and you won’t need to do that,” I said, amused at this show of feeling.
“I thought as how you might give a countryman a lift,” he whined.
I smiled and stepped to the door.
“Boy, bring the gentleman a whiskey and soda.”
The “boy” brought the liquor, while I commenced to unstrap and dry my Winchester.