“Don’t be stubborn,” I cried, angrily. “Lie down.”
“Here, I ain’t your dog, Mr Gordon,” said Esau, sourly. “I did all I could to fight for you both.”
“Yes, and jumped on your companion, and nearly broke my collar-bone.”
“Well, you’ve cut my cheek. Why, I shall have a black eye to-morrow.”
“I think you and I may as well shake hands about that,” said Gunson. “There, good-night.”
As he lay down once more, and the fire flashed up consequent upon the little Chinaman throwing back the branch, Esau turned to me.
“I say,” he whispered, “was I really dreaming?”
“No doubt about it.”
“And walked in my sleep?”
“Yes, and fought in your sleep.”