"A knight-errant should not have plans! My time is up and I have work.
Good-by, Friend Chick!"

The young man went back to his task and the Quaker passed on, muttering
reaffirmation of his own high aims.

"And how could I expect a vagrant to understand?" he asked himself.

The vagrant toiled two weeks at his heavy task and when the man Jose was
about again the volunteer slipped away without farewell.

He left on the table of his under-the-eaves bedroom in the Jose house
all the pay he received for his work, to the last penny.

"He wasn't what he seemed to be," ran the burden of Mrs. Jose's various
disquisitions on this strange guest. "He ate his vittles and asked no
questions, and was out from underfoot, and was always willing to set up
with my husband and give me a snippet of rest and a wink of sleep; and
he read out of little books all the time--he had 'em stuffed into his
pockets. And there needn't anybody tell _me_! He left all his pay on the
table, every cent of it, and stole away without waiting for no thanks
from nobody!"




IV

FARR, THE FAT TRAMP, AND A SUIT OF CLOTHES