But hark! I am much mistaken if they have not already got themselves into trouble.' Our friends had pulled up their horses to await our coming.

They had scarce halted, however, before the stream of peasants who had been moving along abreast of them slackened their pace, and gathered round them with a deep ominous murmur and threatening gestures.

Other rustics, seeing that there was something afoot, hurried up to help their companions.

Saxon and I put spurs to our horses, and pushing through the throng, which was becoming every instant larger and more menacing, made our way to the aid of our friends, who were hemmed in on every side by the rabble.

Reuben had laid his hand upon the hilt of his sword, while Sir Gervas was placidly chewing his toothpick and looking down at the angry mob with an air of amused contempt.
'A flask or two of scent amongst them would not be amiss,' he remarked; 'I would I had a casting bottle.' 'Stand on your guard, but do not draw,' cried Saxon.