The doctor was jest inside the tent, and he was looking queer too, and not cheerful, which he was usually.
The doctor looks at me like he don't skeercly know me.

Which he don't.
He has one of them quiet kind of drunks on.

Which Looey explains is bound to come every so often.

He don't do nothing mean, but jest gets low-sperrited and won't talk to no one.

Then all of a sudden he will go down town and walk up and down the main streets, orderly, but looking hard into people's faces, mostly women's faces.