As for this talk of taking the horses--well, a sailor always wants a ride when he first comes ashore, if it is only on an ass.

Then if there is not enough meat ready to hand in the town, no doubt they would say they would find it for themselves.

Well, come on, and we will see." So we rode on, but the laugh faded from the face of my kinsman as we did so.
"They have no business to come ashore armed," he said, half to himself, "and Weymouth folk ought to be used to the ways of seamen by this time.

I don't like it, Wilfrid." Nevertheless, we did not stop, and presently came among the first houses of the village, where there was a little crowd of the folk, half terrified, and yet not altogether minded to fly.

They said that the strangers were sacking the houses along the water's edge, but not harming any one.