He looked at me and grinned from ear to ear.

'Master was a little nice,' he said, 'and lay down in the road.

Something might ride over master, so I carried him there.' He grinned at me again.

It was as though he said, 'You and I are comrades.
I have lain in a road, too.

I know all about it.' "When I turned my head from him I saw the earth, so pure after the rain, so green, so fresh, so blue; and I was a drunken carrier, whom his leader had picked up in the mud, and laid at the roadside to sleep out his drink.