This feeling was instinctive, and without the slightest reference to his seeking intimacy with the girl.

From the first moment I had looked upon his face there had been antagonism between us, a feeling of enmity.

Whether this arose from his appearance, or actions, I could not determine--but the fellow was not my kind.
In the intensity of my feelings I must have unconsciously spoken aloud, for a shaggy head suddenly popped out from the berth beneath where I lay, and an interested voice asked solicitously: "Hy, thar; whut's up, mate?
Sick agin ?" "No," I answered, grinning rather guiltily, "just thinking, and letting loose a bit.

Did I disturb you ?" "Well, I reckon I wa'n't exactly asleep," he acknowledged, without withdrawing his head.

"Ye wus mutterin' 'way thar an' not disturbin' me none, till ye got ter talkin' 'bout sum feller called Sanchez.