You become engaged in the noblest of rivalries: in defending your own, you fight for your comrade's existence.

You are assured that the dread of shame, if not emulation, is making him equally wary and alert.
Behold, then, the two bold men of Beckley fighting to preserve one life.
Under the shadow of the downs they stand, beneath a glorious day, and before a gallant company.

For there are ladies in carriages here, there are cavaliers; good county names may be pointed out.

The sons of first-rate families are in the two elevens, mingled with the yeomen and whoever can best do the business.

Fallow field and Beckley, without regard to rank, have drawn upon their muscle and science.