"Uh!" The owner of the cheery voice took him firmly by the arm.

"Well," he said, with a round laugh, "I'm goin' your way.

Th' hull gang is goin' your way.

An' I guess I kin give yeh a lift." They began to walk like a drunken man and his friend.
As they went along, the man questioned the youth and assisted him with the replies like one manipulating the mind of a child.

Sometimes he interjected anecdotes.