We saddled up and took our blankets and what few things we couldn't do without.

The rest stopped in the hut for any one that came after us.

We left our wages, too, and never asked for 'em from that day to this.

A trifle like that didn't matter after what we were going in for.

More's the pity.
As we moved off my horse propped once or twice, and Warrigal looked at us in a queer side sort of way and showed his teeth a bit--smile nor laugh it wasn't, only a way he had when he thought he knew more than we did.
'My word! your horse's been where the feed's good.