"I'll read a bit," he said.
"Jenks won't trouble us further; he'll sleep it off.

I know his sort.

Got a book, padre ?" Peter said he had, but that he wouldn't read for a little, and he sat still looking at the country as they jolted past in the dusk.

After a while Langton lit his candle, and contrived a wind-screen, for the centre window was broken, of a newspaper.

Peter watched him drowsily.