"There's a big fight at the 'Pig and Whistle' saloon, sir, and it's pistols they is using, sure," replied the visitor.
"I wish they would enact the part of the Kilkenny cats," replied the inspector, as he rose to bid us good night, "for as sure as night comes a fight occurs at that den. Gentlemen, I shall see you in the morning, and if I can be of any service to you pray don't scruple to ask for it."
The inspector shook hands with us, and then turned to the fellow who had brought the news.
"Run to the Whistle and tell them I'm coming, and those not killed by the time I arrive shall be hanged without judge or jury."
"Yes, sir," replied the person addressed, and off he started to carry the message, while the inspector followed more slowly.
We saw that our animals were safe, and then left them in charge of Rover, while we retired to get a night's rest—something that we really stood in need of.