“Oh, come, that’s true enough,” said Macey.
“What!” cried Gilmore, “do you mean to tell me that you believe a fellow dressed in an ironmonger’s shop, and with a big pot on his head, and a girl on his arm, could leap on a horse?”
“Yes, if he was excited,” cried Macey.
“He couldn’t do it, without the girl.”
“But they did do it.”
“No, they didn’t. It’s impossible. If you want the truth, read some of the proper accounts about the armour they used to wear. Why, it was so heavy that—”
“Yes, it was heavy,” said Macey, musingly.
“Yes, so heavy, that when they galloped at each other with big clothes-prop things, and one of ’em was knocked off his horse, and lay flat on the ground, he couldn’t get up again without his squires to help him.”
“You never read that.”
“Well, no, but Vane Lee did. He told me all about it. I suppose, then, you’re ready to believe that the church-tower’s haunted?”