“Who then, sir?”
“Red Cap.”
“You lie, sir.”
“Who, then, sir?”
“Blue Cap, Blue Cap.”
“You lie, sir.”
“Who, then, sir?”
“Yellow Cap, Yellow Cap.”
Yellow Cap unfortunately did not give the lie in time, for which he was severely punished, and the game then continued.
But the part of the game which created the most mirth was providing a goose for the tailors, which was accomplished by some of their confederates throwing into the circle any bystander who was not on his guard, and who, immediately that he was thrown in, was thrashed and kicked by the whole circle until he could make his escape. An attempt of this kind was soon made upon Seymour, who, being well acquainted with the game, and perceiving the party rushing on him to push him in, dropped on his hands and knees, so that the other was caught in his own trap, by tumbling over Seymour into the circle himself; from which he at last escaped, as much mortified by the laugh raised against him as with the blows which he had received.