Part 5 (2/2)
”Yes.”
”What have you got to say for yourself?”
”I told HIM,” said the tramp, nodding his head towards the foreman, ”what I'd do for a supper and a bed. I don't want anything but that.”
”And if you don't get what you want on your own conditions, what'll you do?” asked the Doctor, dryly.
”Go.”
”Where did you come from?”
”States.”
”Where are you going?”
”On.”
”Leave him to me,” said Dr. West to his foreman. The man smiled, and withdrew.
The Doctor bent his head again over his accounts. The tramp, sitting in the doorway, reached out his hand, pulled a young wheat-stalk that had sprung up near the doorstep, and slowly nibbled it. He did not raise his eyes to the Doctor, but sat, a familiar culprit awaiting sentence, without fear, without hope, yet not without a certain philosophical endurance of the situation.
”Go into that pa.s.sage,” said the Doctor, lifting his head as he turned a page of his ledger, ”and on the shelf you'll find some clothing stores for the men. Pick out something to fit you.”
The tramp arose, moved towards the pa.s.sage, and stopped. ”It's for the job only, you understand?” he said.
”For the job,” answered the Doctor.
The tramp returned in a few moments with overalls and woolen s.h.i.+rt hanging on his arm and a pair of boots and socks in his hand. The Doctor had put aside his pen. ”Now go into that room and change. Stop!
First wash the dust from your feet in that bath-room.”
The tramp obeyed, and entered the room. The Doctor walked to the door, and looked out reflectively on the paling sky. When he turned again he noticed that the door of the bath-room was opened, and the tramp, who had changed his clothes by the fading light, was drying his feet. The Doctor approached, and stood for a moment watching him.
”What's the matter with your foot?”[1] he asked, after a pause.
”Born so.”
The first and second toe were joined by a thin membrane.
”Both alike?” asked the Doctor.
”Yes,” said the young man, exhibiting the other foot.
”What did you say your name was?”
”I didn't say it. It's Henry Guest, same as my father's.”
”Where were you born?”
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