The youth, deep in thought, glanced up at the bloody and grim figure with its lamblike eyes.

"What ?" "Was pretty good fight, wa'n't it ?" "Yes," said the youth shortly.

He quickened his pace.
But the other hobbled industriously after him.

There was an air of apology in his manner, but he evidently thought that he needed only to talk for a time, and the youth would perceive that he was a good fellow.
"Was pretty good fight, wa'n't it ?" he began in a small voice, and the he achieved the fortitude to continue.

"Dern me if I ever see fellers fight so.