Thereafter I studied him with some attention during our drive of four or five miles.

I called to mind the theory that an innate physical deficiency is seldom without its moral counterpart, and I wondered how far this would apply to the deaf-mute at my side, who was ill-grown, wizened, and puny into the bargain.

The brow-beaten face of him was certainly forbidding, and he thrashed his horse up the hills in a dogged, vindictive, thorough-going way which at length made me jump out and climb one of them on foot.

It was the only form of protest that occurred to me.
The evening was damp and thick.

It melted into night as we drove.
I could form no impression of the country, but this seemed desolate enough.