Bill said he was a drifter—a dangerous maniac who must have been crazed by the sun.
The drifter, the unstable, the good-for-nothing—did not falter.
As I look back on it, it strikes me I always have been more or less of a drifter.
At best he will become an indifferent citizen; at worst a drifter or a criminal.
He had, like Hadji the beggar, become in twenty-four hours again ...