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"'E were a fine gen'ht-'earted!" said another

"Ay, ay--a generous, open open-'anded gen'man!" said a third

And every ;

fists were clenched, and sticks flourished, so that, instinctively,

I set ainst the chaise, for it seemed they lacked only

some one to take the initiative ere they fell uponforward,

his whip upraised But, as he did so; the croas burst

asunder, he was caught by a lowing, his fists clenched, and his hair and

beard bristling

"Stand back, you chaps," he growled, "stand back or I'll 'urt

sos to set on an' worry one as is

all alone?" And then, turning to me, "What be the matter wi' the

fools, Peter?"

"Matter?" cried the Postilion; "murder be the matter--my master

be murdered--shot to death--an' there stands the e, in an altered voice; "murder?" Now, as