He followed the old railway trace downriver until he came to the bridge and here he called out the ragpicker. Who is it? Suttree. Come on in. Come on out. The old man peered from his enormous vault. He came forth with reluctance. They sat on the ground and the ragman looked at him with his fading eyes. Unkempt baron, he ekes neither tariff nor toll. Where you been? he said.
