The dispute waxed warm, and, while they stopped to argue it out at leisure, I went on.

My cook, engaged through the kind offices of the Inland Mission, was a man of strong convictions; and in the last I saw of the dispute he was pulling the unfortunate coolie downhill by the pigtail.

When he overtook me he was alone and smiling cheerfully, well satisfied with himself for having settled _that_ little dispute.

The road became more level, and we got over the ground quickly.
Late in the evening I was led into a crowded inn in a large village, where we were to stay the night.

We had come twenty-seven miles, and had begun well.