"I am glad you have spoken," said I, "and thank you for your words."
"A tramp—merely a tramp," said the stranger, puffing contentedly at his pipe, on the winding road that led over the dim downs.
Tommy looked at him doubtfully.
He was very tall and broad, and clean, and his Norfolk suit was well made and of stout tweed.
"You don't look much like one," he said.
The stranger laughed.
"For the matter of that no more do you," he observed.
"I'm not one," said Tommy.