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Chapter 20
«Tentimesadayormoresomebodycomesinherean’says,’Ifyouseeamannamedsoan’so,an’lookslikesoan’so,willyoutell’imwewentupnorth?’Somepinlikethatallthetime.»
Tomlaughed.«Well,ifyouseeayoungsnot-nosename’Connie,looksalittlebitlikeacoyote,tell’imtogotohell.We’vewentsouth.Butheain’tthefellaI’mlookin’for.Didafella’boutsixtyyearsol’,blackpants,sortofgrayishhair,comeinherean’getsomewhisky?»
Theeyesofthegraymanbrightened.«Nowhesuredid.Ineverseenanythinglikeit.Hestoodoutfrontan’hedroppedhishatan’steppedonit.Here,Igothishathere.»Hebroughtthedustybrokenhatfromunderthecounter.
Tomtookitfromhim.«That’shim,allright.»
«Well,sir,hegotcouplepintsofwhiskyan’hedidn’sayathing.Hepulledthecorkan’tippedupthebottle.Iain’tgotalicensetodrinkhere.Isays,’Look,youcan’tdrinkhere.Yougottogooutside.’Well,sir!Hejes’steppedoutsidethedoor,an’Ibethedidn’ttiltupthatpintmore’nfourtimestillitwasempty.Hethroweditawayan’heleanedinthedoor.Eyeskindadull.Hesays,’Thankyou,sir,’an’hewenton.Ineverseennodrinkin’likethatinmylife.»
«Wenton?Whichway?Igottogethim.»
«Well,itsohappensIcantellyou.Ineverseensuchdrinkin’,soIlookedoutafterhim.Hewentnorth;an’thenacarcomealongan’lightedhimup,an’hewentdownthebank.Legswasbeginnin’tobucklealittle.
