Irritation on his part began to rise. 

Even the most patient man in the world had a limit, right? With a  long sigh, just short of turning into a huff, he cleared the ditch with only the need of a single foothold. And it was at this point that he felt the need to speak a bit more bruskly. 

"Listen" he started, " You may have saved my life. But your hostily, and whatever else you may be thinking, has already lessened our chances of getting out of this. I don't know where your place is, but it does not sound like town. Do you understand that it does not matter how proud you are, this is not the time for it?"

He sighs again, looking up the road, "...Im agreeing to head to your place because it seems that is where you want to go. But it will mean possibly not going to town, and not getting supplies before they arrive."