A pleasant journey to you." They moved off, and then halted and apparently were for returning.

But they thought better of it, and presently they were all six of them racing and stumbling down the hill in their shifts.
The Quaker stretched his legs and lit a pipe.

"Was it not a scurvy trick of fate," he observed to the ceiling, "that these poor lads should come here for a night's fooling, and find the best sword in the Five Seas ?".