So it was four o'clock and all well--but me; I felt like a skinful of dry bones and all of them trying to ache at once.
Mr.Bixby asked me what I had stayed up there for.

I confessed that it was to do Mr.W---- a benevolence,--tell him where he was.

It took five minutes for the entire preposterousness of the thing to filter into Mr.
Bixby's system, and then I judge it filled him nearly up to the chin; because he paid me a compliment--and not much of a one either.

He said, 'Well, taking you by-and-large, you do seem to be more different kinds of an ass than any creature I ever saw before.

What did you suppose he wanted to know for ?' I said I thought it might be a convenience to him.
'Convenience D-nation! Didn't I tell you that a man's got to know the river in the night the same as he'd know his own front hall ?' 'Well, I can follow the front hall in the dark if I know it IS the front hall; but suppose you set me down in the middle of it in the dark and not tell me which hall it is; how am I to know ?' 'Well you've GOT to, on the river!' 'All right.