Being much tired with the walk, and getting up so early, he dozed a little at first; then, quite overpowered by fatigue and the fumes of the tobacco, fell asleep.
It was quite dark when he was awakened by a push from Sikes.

Rousing himself sufficiently to sit up and look about him, he found that worthy in close fellowship and communication with a labouring man, over a pint of ale.
'So, you're going on to Lower Halliford, are you ?' inquired Sikes.
'Yes, I am,' replied the man, who seemed a little the worse--or better, as the case might be--for drinking; 'and not slow about it neither.

My horse hasn't got a load behind him going back, as he had coming up in the mornin'; and he won't be long a-doing of it.

Here's luck to him.
Ecod! he's a good 'un!' 'Could you give my boy and me a lift as far as there ?' demanded Sikes, pushing the ale towards his new friend.
'If you're going directly, I can,' replied the man, looking out of the pot.

'Are you going to Halliford ?' 'Going on to Shepperton,' replied Sikes.
'I'm your man, as far as I go,' replied the other.