"I never did want you to," said Mr. Puddlebox. "Look here, boy. Look how we begun on this talk. I told you to think of some one else, care for some one else, and you broke out 'whom were you to care for?' and I gave you, being cold and wet and mortal tired, I gave you 'For God Almighty's sake care for me' and then told you why you should. Well, let's get back to that. Care for me. Look here, boy. We were ten mile to the next village along this devil of a place when we left the town. I reckon we've come four, and here's evening upon us and six to go. Well, I can't go them, and that's the end and the beginning of it. I'm for going back where there's a bed to be had and while yet it is to be had, for they sleep early these parts. Wherefore when I say 'for God Almighty's sake care for me,' I mean stop this chasing this way and let's chase back the way we come. We'll forget what's gone between us," concluded Mr. Puddlebox, reverting to his jolly smiles and getting to his feet, "and I'll hate you and you'll hate me, since that pleases you most, and back we'll get and have a dish of potatoes inside of us and a warm bed outside. Wherefore I say: "O ye food and warmth, bless ye the Lord: praise Him and magnify Him for ever." Mr. Wriford laughed, and Mr. Puddlebox guessed him persuaded once again. But he set his face then and shook his head sharply, and Mr. Puddlebox saw him determined. "No," said Mr. Wriford. "No, I'm not going back. I'm never going back. If you want to know what I'm going to do, I'm going to stay the night out here." Mr. Puddlebox cried: "Out here! Now what to the devil--" "I'd settled it," Mr. Wriford interrupted him. "I'd settled it when I thought you'd gone back. There're little caves all along here--I saw one the other side of these rocks. I'm going to sleep in one. I'd made up my mind when you caught up with me. I'm going to do it." Mr. Puddlebox stared at him, incapable of speech. Then cried: "Wet as you are?" "Wet as I am," said Mr. Wriford and laughed. "Cold as it is and going to be colder?" "Cold as it is and the colder the better." "You'll stay alone," cried Mr. Puddlebox. "Curse me if I'll stay with you." "You needn't," said Mr. Wriford. "I'm not asking you to." "But you think I'm going to," cried Mr. Puddlebox. "And you're wrong, for I'm not. I'm going straight back, and I'm going at once, the quicker to fetch you to your senses. I'm going, boy;" and in advertisement of his intention Mr. Puddlebox began resolutely to move away. Mr. Wriford as resolutely turned to the barrier of rocks and began to climb. "Come on, boy," called Mr. Puddlebox. Mr. Wriford called back: "No. No, I'm going to stay. I'm going to see the night through." "You'll know where to find me," cried Mr. Puddlebox. "I'll be where we lay last night."