It was simply a passing fury, and meant nothing.

I knew he would forget it in an hour, and maybe be sorry for it, too; but it angered me a little, at the moment.

So much so, indeed, that I determined to go back to Esmeralda.

I thought he was able to get along alone, now, since he was on the war path.

I took supper, and as soon as the moon rose, began my nine-mile journey, on foot.
Even millionaires needed no horses, in those days, for a mere nine-mile jaunt without baggage.
As I "raised the hill" overlooking the town, it lacked fifteen minutes of twelve.