The latter course was at length decided on; and as the further expedition was not to exceed an hour's duration, and as Mr.Weller begged very hard to be one of the party, it was determined to leave Mr.
Pickwick asleep in the barrow, and to call for him on their return.

So away they went, leaving Mr.Pickwick snoring most comfortably in the shade.
That Mr.Pickwick would have continued to snore in the shade until his friends came back, or, in default thereof, until the shades of evening had fallen on the landscape, there appears no reasonable cause to doubt; always supposing that he had been suffered to remain there in peace.
But he was NOT suffered to remain there in peace.

And this was what prevented him.
Captain Boldwig was a little fierce man in a stiff black neckerchief and blue surtout, who, when he did condescend to walk about his property, did it in company with a thick rattan stick with a brass ferrule, and a gardener and sub-gardener with meek faces, to whom (the gardeners, not the stick) Captain Boldwig gave his orders with all due grandeur and ferocity; for Captain Boldwig's wife's sister had married a marquis, and the captain's house was a villa, and his land 'grounds,' and it was all very high, and mighty, and great.
Mr.Pickwick had not been asleep half an hour when little Captain Boldwig, followed by the two gardeners, came striding along as fast as his size and importance would let him; and when he came near the oak tree, Captain Boldwig paused and drew a long breath, and looked at the prospect as if he thought the prospect ought to be highly gratified at having him to take notice of it; and then he struck the ground emphatically with his stick, and summoned the head-gardener.
'Hunt,' said Captain Boldwig.
'Yes, Sir,' said the gardener.
'Roll this place to-morrow morning--do you hear, Hunt ?' 'Yes, Sir.' 'And take care that you keep this place in good order--do you hear, Hunt ?' 'Yes, Sir.' 'And remind me to have a board done about trespassers, and spring guns, and all that sort of thing, to keep the common people out.

Do you hear, Hunt; do you hear ?' 'I'll not forget it, Sir.' 'I beg your pardon, Sir,' said the other man, advancing, with his hand to his hat.
'Well, Wilkins, what's the matter with you ?' said Captain Boldwig.
'I beg your pardon, sir--but I think there have been trespassers here to-day.' 'Ha!' said the captain, scowling around him.
'Yes, sir--they have been dining here, I think, sir.' 'Why, damn their audacity, so they have,' said Captain Boldwig, as the crumbs and fragments that were strewn upon the grass met his eye.

'They have actually been devouring their food here.