"He has with him a thousand pounds in gold, while I, his gentleman nephew, have not a jacobus to my name.

Now the question becomes one of mere humanity.

Shall we allow my good uncle to stick in the mud, or shall we sally forth like good Samaritans, relieve him of a part of his load, and make travelling easier for the dear old man ?" "As men and Christians, we must hasten to his help," declared Crofts.
"But how about Hamilton and Churchill ?" asked Berkeley, whose courage was not of the quality to make a good highwayman.

"Crofts has invited them here for a feast with us.

How shall we get rid of them?
Hamilton has become a mere milksop, and Churchill always was too cautious and politic for this sort of a game.