The combatants jumped into the road.
"That's right, gentlemen; I don't want to spile sport," said the donkey's man. "O' course you ends your Epsom-day with spirit."
"There's sunset on their faces," said the cabman. "Would you try a by-lane, gentlemen?"
But now the donkey's man had inspected the figures of the antagonistic couple.
"Taint fair play," he said to Sedgett. "You leave that gentleman alone, you, sir?"
The man with the pipe came up.
"No fighting," he observed. "We ain't going to have our roads disgraced. It shan't be said Englishmen don't know how to enjoy themselves without getting drunk and disorderly. You drop your fists."
The separation had to be accomplished by violence, for Algernon's blood was up.
A crowd was not long in collecting, which caused a stoppage of vehicles of every description.
A gentleman leaned from an open carriage to look at the fray critically, and his companion stretching his neck to do likewise, "Sedgett!" burst from his lips involuntarily.