You might as well fight with the man in brass
armour, at the Lord Mayor's show, or the champion at a coronation." "Oh!" said Jack Pringle; "a man may as well fire at the back of a
halligator as a wamphigher." "This must be considered as having been concluded," said Mr. Marchdale. "No!" said Henry. "And wherefore not?" "Because I have not received his fire." "Heaven forbid you should." "I may not with honour quit the ground without another fire." "Under ordinary circumstances there might be some shadow of an excuse
for your demand; but as it is there is none. You have neither honour nor
credit to gain by such an encounter, and, certainly, you can gain no
object." "How are we to decide this affair? Am I considered absolved from the
accusation under which I lay, of cowardice?" inquired Sir Francis
Varney, with a cold smile. "Why, as for that," said the admiral, "I should as soon expect credit
for fighting behind a wall, as with a man that I couldn't hit any more
than the moon." "Henry; let me implore you to quit this scene; it can do no good." At this moment, a noise, as of human voices, was heard at a distance;
this caused a momentary pause, and, the whole party stood still and
listened. The murmurs and shouts that now arose in the distance were indistinct
and confused. "What can all this mean?" said Marchdale; "there is something very
strange about it. I cannot imagine a cause for so unusual an
occurrence." "Nor I," said Sir Francis Varney, looking suspiciously at Henry
Bannerworth. "Upon my honour I know neither what is the cause nor the nature of the
sounds themselves." "Then we can easily see what is the matter from yonder hillock," said
the admiral; "and there's Jack Pringle, he's up there already. What's he
telegraphing about in that manner, I wonder?" The fact was, Jack Pringle, hearing the riot, had thought that if he got
to the neighbouring eminence he might possibly ascertain what it was
that was the cause of what he termed the "row," and had succeeded in
some degree. There were a number of people of all kinds coming out from the village,
apparently armed, and shouting. Jack Pringle hitched up his trousers and
swore, then took off his hat and began to shout to the admiral, as he
said,--

"D----e, they are too late to spoil the sport. Hilloa! hurrah!" "What's all that about, Jack?" inquired the admiral, as he came puffing
along. "What's the squall about?" "Only a few horse-marines and bumboat-women, that have been startled
like a company of penguins." "Oh! my eyes! wouldn't a whole broadside set 'em flying, Jack?" "Ay; just as them Frenchmen that you murdered on board the Big
Thunderer, as you called it." "I murder them, you rascal?" "Yes; there was about five hundred of them killed." "They were only shot." "They were killed, only your conscience tells you it's uncomfortable." "You rascal--you villain! You ought to be keel-hauled and well payed." "Ay; you're payed, and paid off as an old hulk." "D----e--you--you--oh! I wish I had you on board ship, I'd make your
lubberly carcass like a union jack, full of red and blue stripes." "Oh! it's all very well; but if you don't take to your heels, you'll
have all the old women in the village a whacking on you, that's all I
have to say about it. You'd better port your helm and about ship, or
you'll be keel-hauled." "D--n your--"

"What's the matter?" inquired Marchdale, as he arrived. "What's the cause of all the noise we have heard?" said Sir Francis;
"has some village festival spontaneously burst forth among the rustics
of this place?" "I cannot tell the cause of it," said Henry Bannerworth; "but they seem
to me to be coming towards this place." "Indeed!" "I think so too," said Marchdale. "With what object?" inquired Sir Francis Varney. "No peaceable one," observed Henry; "for, as far I can observe, they
struck across the country, as though they would enclose something, or
intercept somebody." "Indeed! but why come here?" "If I knew that I could have at once told the cause." "And they appear armed with a variety of odd weapons," observed Sir
Francis; "they mean an attack upon some one! Who is that man with them? he seems to be deprecating their coming." "That appears to be Mr. Chillingworth," said Henry; "I think that is
he." "Yes," observed the admiral; "I think I know the build of that craft;
he's been in our society before. I always know a ship as soon as I see
it." "Does you, though?" said Jack. "Yea; what do you mean, eh? let me hear what you've got to say against
your captain and your admiral, you mutinous dog; you tell me, I say." "So I will; you thought you were fighting a big ship in a fog, and fired
a dozen broadsides or so, and it was only the Flying Dutchman, or the
devil." "You infernal dog--"

"Well, you know it was; it might a been our own shadow for all I can
tell. Indeed, I think it was." "You think!" "Yes." "That's mutiny; I'll have no more to do with you, Jack Pringle; you're
no seaman, and have no respect for your officer. Now sheer off, or I'll
cut your yards." "Why, as for my yards, I'll square 'em presently if I like, you old
swab; but as for leaving you, very well; you have said so, and you shall
be accommodated, d----e; however, it was not so when your nob was nearly
rove through with a boarding pike; it wasn't 'I'll have no more to do
with Jack Pringle' then, it was more t'other." "Well, then, why be so mutinous?" "Because you aggrawates me." The cries of the mob became more distinct as they drew nearer to the
party, who began to evince some uneasiness as to their object. "Surely," said Marchdale, "Mr. Chillingworth has not named anything
respecting the duel that has taken place." "No, no." "But he was to have been here this morning," said the admiral. "I
understood he was to be here in his own character of a surgeon, and yet
I have not seen him; have any of you?" "No," said Henry. "Then here he comes in the character of conservator of the public
peace," said Varney, coldly; "however, I believe that his errand will be
useless since the affair is, I presume, concluded." "Down with the vampyre!" "Eh!" said the admiral, "eh, what's that, eh? What did they say?" "If you'll listen they'll tell you soon enough, I'll warrant." "May be they will, and yet I'd like to know now." Sir Francis Varney looked significantly at Marchdale, and then waited
with downcast eyes for the repetition of the words. "Down with the vampyre!" resounded on all sides from the people who came
rapidly towards them, and converging towards a centre. "Burn, destroy,
and kill the vampyre! No vampyre; burn him out; down with him; kill
him!" [Illustration]

Then came Mr. Chillingworth's voice, who, with much earnestness,
endeavoured to exhort them to moderation, and to refrain from violence. Sir Francis Varney became very pale agitated; he immediately turned, and
taking the least notice, he made for the wood, which lay between him and
his own house, leaving the people in the greatest agitation.