“Wasn’t impossible to have given a fellow a pig-a-back. Oh, my feet, my feet! Oh, yes, it’s precious real.”
“I never expected to come back here like this,” I said.
“Nor I neither,” replied Esau. “I say, you’ll keep watch by Mr Gunson, won’t you?”
“Yes, of course,” I said.
“That’s right. I’m going to do something for my trotters.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Go off to sleep.”
In a few minutes I was listening to his hard breathing, and asking myself whether, after the past night, I could do duty in watching the wounded man, when there were footsteps, and two of the men’s Indian wives came in.
“To nurse Mr Gunson,” they said, in fair English, and a short time after I too was fast asleep.