“Do you consent to a draw, Sir Lothian Hume?”
“I do.”
“And you, Sir Charles?”
“Certainly not.”
“The ring is gone.”
“That is no fault of mine.”
“Well, I see no help for it. As referee I order that the men be withdrawn, and that the stakes be returned to their owners.”
“A draw! A draw!” shrieked every one, and the crowd in an instant dispersed in every direction, the pedestrians running to get a good lead upon the London road, and the Corinthians in search of their horses and carriages. Harrison ran over to Wilson’s corner and shook him by the hand.
“I hope I have not hurt you much.”
“I’m hard put to it to stand. How are you?”