"I got myself all worked up trying to make out what he was trying to say in his sleep, and then I found out it wasn't my kinda talk, anyway.

So I quit.
What's the matter that you can't sleep ?" Jean stared down at the shadowy street.

A dog ran out from somewhere, sniffed at a doorstep, and trotted over into Mexico and up to the sentry.

The sentry patted it on the head and muttered a friendly word or two.

Jean watched him absently.