"If so be we should be so fortuned as to come in for a little bit o' roughsome to-night, your honour," said the Sergeant thoughtfully, "you'd find this here bludgeon a vast deal handier than your sword and play very sweet at close quarters, sir."
"By the way, Zebedee, I think you once told me you surprised—er—Mr. Dalroyd i' the orchard one night?"
"I did so, your honour."
"And did you chance to—ah—to see his face, to observe his features clear and distinct, as 'twere, Zeb?"
"Aye, sir."
"Well?"
"Aye, very well, sir!"
By this time they had reached the cross-roads and here the Major checked his horse suddenly, whereupon Sergeant Zebedee did likewise.
"Sergeant!"
"Sir?"