After one the crowd of men became rather more indifferent, and clustered together in broad spots, eating their lunch, smoking cigars, and chaffing each other.

It was singular to observe the amazing quantity of ham sandwiches and of sherry that had been carried into Cranby Wood on that day.

Grooms appeared to have been laden with cases, and men were as well armed with flasks at their saddle-bows as they used to be with pistols.

Maxwell and Pollock formed the centre of one of these crowds, and chaffed each other with the utmost industry, till, tired of having inflicted no wounds, they turned upon Grindley and drove him out of the circle.

"You'll make that man cut his throat, if you go on at that," said Pollock.