Loudon raised his glass of whiskey and tipped his throat. - I'm going to sleep in the hayloft. Maybe I'll see you on the highway, Chip. - I'm not from otlipnu - repeated his McVeigh. - Well, then go - Loudon said. Clem Latcher moved away from the poker table, it is now nowhere to be seen. Loudon was looking for his eyes when pushed his way to the door. He went out into the street, where it was dark, but still had to be pushed between people - the sidewalks were crowded. He moved to the stables; when he turned the corner, the crowd thinned. Beside him, puffed Chip McVeigh. He had forgotten about the boy - until he was reminded of himself so clearly. Loudon walked on.