He regretted that he lowered himself so far as to fight with a man little better than an outlaw.

Still there was a grim satisfaction in the thought of the blow he had given Miller.

He remembered he had asked for a knife and that his enemy and he be permitted to fight to the death.

After all to have ended, then and there, the feud between them would have been the better course; for he well knew Miller's desperate character, that he had killed more than one white man, and that now a fair fight might not be possible.

Well, he thought, what did it matter?
He was not going to worry himself.