"And Paddy!" from Jackson.
"And, on my life, dear old Runnymede himself!" shouted Beresford. "I knew he wouldn't fail us!"
He started forward impetuously, the others following. The horsemen dashed down, reined up their steeds, and sprang to the ground. There was laughing and hand-shaking, a confused and deafening exchange of welcomes, protests, demands for explanation.
"You old frauds!"
"Dashed unfair!"
"You've had all the fun!"
"Why didn't ye give us all a chance, then?"
"What's kept you, you set of blighters?"
"A pretty set of scarecrows, by Jove!"
Redfern and Beresford clasped hands in silence awhile.