His pulse was at fever-heat, and his face as hot as flame.

He did not feel the bruises and blows which had been showered on him.
"I reckon I'll not get close to him again for a week!" he grumbled.

"Why couldn't those ruffians attend to their own affairs and let me attend to mine?
I allow that it was none of their business whatever! This is my trail, and I wasn't interfering none with their range.

Confound the luck! But when I do meet him I'll make him pay for it!" But the Westerner was mistaken in one portion of his surmise.

He met Pike, or rather ran against him, at the first building he turned.
Donald had ventured back to see what had happened to his pursuer, and was looking at the shouting tumult in the campus, and did not observe Badger, who came along the walk close to the wall.