SIR LAUNCELOT AND KNIGHTS TO THE RESCUE Nearing four in the afternoon.

The scene was just outside the walls of London.

A cool, comfortable, superb day, with a brilliant sun; the kind of day to make one want to live, not die.

The multitude was prodigious and far-reaching; and yet we fifteen poor devils hadn't a friend in it.

There was something painful in that thought, look at it how you might.