He was certainly misplaced, and during my brief but exciting experience with him I discovered no virtues whatever.
In one way he was quite different from the traditional tramp.

He walked with far too lively a step, too jauntily, and he had with him a small, shaggy, nondescript dog, a dog as shabby as he, trotting close at his heels.

He carried a light stick, which he occasionally twirled over in his hand.

As I drew nearer I could hear him whistling and even, from time to time, breaking into a lively bit of song.

What a devil-may-care chap he seemed, anyway! I was greatly interested.
When at length I drew alongside he did not seem in the least surprised.
He turned, glanced at me with his bold black eyes, and broke out again into the song he was singing.