The girl looked at him with grave displeasure.
"I am afraid he is the best Christian of the three," she said, severely.
"By George, I shouldn't wonder!" he muttered, with the ghost of a smile.
She gave him another glance, then, without a word, raised her head loftily and passed on.
He lifted his hat and looked after her, then tugged at his mustache thoughtfully.
"So I'm a savage, am I?" he said. "Well, I expect she's about right! What a beautiful girl! I'm a savage! By George, the old man will say the same if I present myself with this highly-colored physiognomy. I'd better go back to the inn, and turn up later on."
As he stood hesitating, the fly crawled up with the bag; the man had pulled up within view of the fight, and had enjoyed it thoroughly.
"Here, wait! I'll go back with you! I've decided to stay at your place for the night," said the young fellow; and he jumped in.
"Not hurt, I hope, sir?" said the man, as he turned the horse. "It was a right down good fight, sir; it was, indeed!"