"You're a blanketty-blank spy! You're a government spy or a Spanish spy, and whichever you are you don't get away to-night!" David had not the faintest idea what the man meant, but he knew his self-respect was being ill-treated, and his self-respect rebelled.
"You have made a very serious mistake," he said, "and whether you like it or not, I AM leaving here to-night, and YOU can go to the devil!" Turning his back David started with great dignity to walk away.

It was a short walk.

Something hit him below the ear and he found himself curling up comfortably on the ties.

He had a strong desire to sleep, but was conscious that a bed on a railroad track, on account of trains wanting to pass, was unsafe.

This doubt did not long disturb him.