"It was a magnificent fight."
"Then I'll teach you to have more pluck than to own it," said Roy.
When he had taught him for some time, he said, "Are you licked?"
"Yes," said Rustler, glaring at me out his uninjured eye.
"Are you sorry you tried to fight with me?"
"Yes."
"Will you promise to leave my little friend here alone?"
"Yes."
Then Roy let him go. We shook tails all round, and Rustler and I went home.
"Poor Rustler," I said, "I know exactly how you feel."