Adam's Breed

Gian-Luca fell in with a tramp the next morning who was going in his direction, a dusty fellow with a hole in his shoe, and the restless eyes and shuffling gait that belong to the Brothers of the Road. Gian-Luca himself looked scarcely less dusty, and he too was shuffling a little, for those who walk far must economize force -- they very soon drop their goose-step. A two days' growth was on Gian-Luca's chin, for he had not troubled to shave.

"I will let my beard grow," he had said to himself, and now it was obviously growing.