The life of another had made its demand and sympathy with Brian was never passive.

Impossible somehow not to romp with the young savage yonder rejoicing in his freedom, with even work a lark! Impossible not to laugh with him, fight out his battles with him and surrender with a sigh of content to the weariness and hunger of a caveman! If now with autumn at hand the fortunes of the road had in them a grain more of hardship and less of romance, it was to be expected.

Brian had tramped to his goal.

The staleness was gone.

It was time to be up and off, seeking Whitaker.
A sausage burst its casing with an appetizing sizzle and leaped, it seemed of its own accord, into suicidal embers.