I confess my heart was pounding at a lively rate.

The next time he looked behind him--guiltily enough, too!--I said in the calmest voice I could command: "Well, brother, you almost left me behind." He stopped and I stepped up to him.
I wish I could describe the look in his face--mingled astonishment, fear, and defiance.
"My friend," I said, "I'm disappointed in you." He made no reply.
"Yes, I'm disappointed.

You did such a very poor job." "Poor job!" he exclaimed.
"Yes," I said, and I slipped my bag off my shoulder and began to rummage inside.

My companion watched me silently and suspiciously.
"You should not have left the rubbers." With that I handed him my old rubbers.

A peculiar expression came into the man's face.
"Say, pardner, what you drivin' at ?" "Well," I said, "I don't like to see such evidences of haste and inefficiency." He stood staring at me helplessly, holding my old rubbers at arm's length.
"Come on now," I said, "that's over.