Boiling with passion, he went his way, and did leave the man on the pavement, not caring much, or rather, not thinking much, whether his victim might live or die.
On the next day Harry Annesley left London and went down to Buston, having heard no word farther about the captain.

He did not start till late in the afternoon, and during the day took some trouble to make himself conspicuous about the town; but he heard nothing of Captain Scarborough.

Twice he walked along Charles Street, and looked at the spot on which he had stood on the night before in what might have been deadly conflict.

Then he told himself that he had not been in the least wounded, that the ferocious maddened man had attempted to do no more than shake him, that his coat had suffered and not himself, and that in return he had certainly struck the captain with all his violence.

There were probably some regrets, but he said not a word on the subject to any one, and so he left London.
For three or four days nothing was heard of the captain, nor was anything said about him.