describe the lassitude of perfect physical condition, seemed to
have increased; and he leaned against the door as the Doctor
regarded him with slow contempt. The silence continuing, he
deliberately allowed himself to slip down into a sitting position
in the doorway, where he remained.

"You seem to have been born tired," said the Doctor, grimly.

"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,