"When all the giants are dead, every Tom Thumb boasts he would have been a Jack of Cornwall," sneered Fox Crymes.
"What is that you say?" asked Anthony, hotly.
"I was merely saying that it ill becomes a man of spirit to boast of what he would have done had things been other than they are."
"Do you mean to hint that I am a coward?"
"I hinted nothing of the sort. I made a general observation. If the time should come when your sword would be wanted to sustain the Protestant cause, I make no doubt that you will be ready to prop it up—on the point."
"No quarrels here," shouted Solomon Gibbs; then he sang:—
Let nothing but harmony reign in your breast,
Let comrade with comrade be ever at rest.
We'll toss off our bumper, together we'll troll,