Thoughtfully he took the pint from his pocket, unscrewed the metal cap, and sipped the whisky delicately, running his tongue inside the bottle neck, and then around his lips, to gather in any flavor that might have escaped him. He said experimentally, “There we spied a nigger—’’ and that was all he could remember. At last he turned about and faced the dusty side road that cut off at right angles through the fields.
