'Now that skins have been slit the rebels may draw their swords and fling away their scabbards, for it's either victory for them or their quarters will be dangling in every market town of the county.

Heh, lad?
we throw a main for a brave stake.' 'Marked ye that Lord Grey had met with a check,' said I.
'Pshaw! it is of no import.

A cavalry skirmish at the most, for it is impossible that Monmouth could have brought his main forces to Bridport; nor would he if he could, for it is out of his track.

It was one of those three-shots-and-a-gallop affrays, where each side runs away and each claims the victory.

But here we are in the streets of Salisbury.
Now leave the talking to me, or your wrong-headed truthfulness may lay us by the heels before our time.' Passing down the broad High Street we dismounted in front of the Blue Boar inn, and handed our tired horses over to the ostler, to whom Saxon, in a loud voice, and with many rough military oaths, gave strict injunctions as to their treatment.