“There’ll be a pretty mess of trouble when that officer once gives tongue—a hue and cry will be raised for us.”
“It will have to be a loud one to reach us. We shall be far enough away by that time.”
He pondered this answer in his deliberate way when puzzled; and then lifted his head and looked across at me.
“We?” he asked.
“Didn’t I say I should be out of the country?”
“Yes, you did; but—” he shook his head, doubtingly.
“Did you think I should leave you behind, Karasch?”
“I couldn’t know,” he said; and urging his horse he added: “Shall we get on? There’s Samac in sight.”
He rode ahead of me without another word until we were just at the entrance to the town, when he stopped and waited for me. His face was pale and set. He had been thinking earnestly, and was unusually disturbed and nervous.
“You’re a man, Burgwan, right to the heart. I can’t say how glad I am you beat me in that fight; and I’d never been beaten before.”