"It'll keep, and be all the better for the delay," Peg grumbled, as he
clenched one fist furiously, and used the other hand to feel of his
injured optic. "Besides, I don't feel fit to fight right now, with
this bunged-up eye. But just wait till the right time comes, and see
what you get then for doing this."
"Oh! well, suit yourself," returned Bob, with a laugh. "If the little
brown-faced girl hadn't vamoosed I declare if I wouldn't feel like
making you get down on your knees, and asking her to excuse you. Bah!
you're not worth bothering about, Peg. Get out!"
The other moved away. He did not like the manner in which Bob said
this; and he seemed to be afraid that perhaps the other might yet
decide to press some further indignity on him.
When, however, he had reached the door of the inn, so that he could
have a way of escape open to him in case of need, he stopped and shook
his fist threateningly toward the saddle boys.
"You're both going to pay dear for this little fun, hear that?" he
called, his voice trembling with passion. "I'll find a way to get
even, see if I don't! And when Peg Grant says that he means it, too!
Just you wait till I----"
And then, as Bob started to advance toward the hostelery Peg retreated
in a panic, slamming the door after him.
"Well, what d'ye think of that?" asked Frank, who had been an amused
observer of this curious scene.
"He's turned out just what I thought he would," remarked Bob, as he
once more gained the side of his comrade, a grim smile on his face.
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