Thus I realized that the only refuge I ever had from the outside world, the only real home I had ever known, was gone.

I had nowhere to go, nowhere to deposit my evil load.
We drove on for a space, and now Hawkins awoke and began to clamor for food.

Where was I taking him?
he demanded to know.

And why was I togged out like a bricklayer?
He announced that he had had enough of this kind of travelling and insisted on going to a hotel and having a decent meal.

I tried to reason with him and explained that it was only for a day or so, and that presumably we would go to Boston or some other city, where he should have everything that money could buy.