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"Come, Tom," cried one of the company, "knock 'is 'ead off to

begin with."

"Ay, set about 'm, Tom--cut your gab an' finish 'im," and here

came the clatter of chairs as the company rose.

"Can't be done," said Cragg, shaking his head, "leastways--not

'ere."

"I'm not particular," said I, "if you prefer, we might manage it

very well in the stable with a couple of lanthorns."

"The barn would be the very place," suggested the landlord,

bustling eagerly forward and wiping his hands on his apron, "the

very place--plenty of room and nice and soft to fall on. If you

would only put off your fightin' till to-morrow, we might cry it

through the villages; 'twould be a big draw. Ecod! we might make

a purse o' twenty pound--if you only would! Think it over--think

it over."

"To-morrow I hope to be a good distance from here," said I;

"come, the sooner it is over the better, show us your barn." So

the landlord called for lanthorns and led the way to a large

outbuilding at the back of the inn, into which we all trooped.

"It seems to be a good place and very suitable," said I.

"You may well say that," returned the landlord; "it's many a fine

bout as has been brought off in 'ere; the time Jem Belcher beat

'The Young Ruffian' the Prince o' Wales sat in a cheer over in

that theer corner--ah, that was a day, if you please!"

"If Tom Cragg is ready," said I, turning up the wristbands of my

shirt, "why, so am I." Here it was found to every one's surprise,

and mine in particular, that Tom Cragg was not in the barn.

Surprise gave place to noisy astonishment when, after much running

to and fro, it was further learned that he had vanished altogether.

The inn itself, the stables, and even the haylofts were ransacked

without avail. Tom Cragg was gone as completely as though he had

melted into thin air, and with him all my hopes of winning the

guinea and a comfortable bed.

It was with all my old dejection upon me, therefore, that I

returned to the tap-room, and, refusing the officious aid of the

One-Eyed Man, put on my coat, readjusted my knapsack and crossed

to the door. On the threshold I paused, and looked back.

"If," said I, glancing round the ring of faces, "if there is any

man here who is at all willing to fight for a guinea, ten

shillings, or even five, I should be very glad of the chance to

earn it." But, seeing how each, wilfully avoiding my eye, held

his peace, I sighed, and turning my back upon them, set off along

the darkening road.