The other was the telegraph room in the depot about a hundred yards from me, and they was only two fellers in it, both smoking.

The main business part of the town was built up around the square, like lots of old-fashioned towns is, and they was jest enough brightness from four, five electric lights to show the shape of the square and be reflected from the windows of the closed-up stores.
I knowed they was likely a watchman somewheres about, too.

I guessed I wouldn't wander around none and run no chances of getting took up by him.

So I was getting ready to lay down on top of a level pile of boards and go to sleep when I hearn a curious kind of noise a way off, like it must be at the edge of town.
It sounded like quite a bunch of cattle might shuffling along a dusty road.

The night was so quiet you could hear things plain from a long ways off.