"Do you dare me to it?"
"I don't care whether you go or not. If you do, who is to stand surety for you that you go where I say—to the churchyard of Peter Tavy?"
"One of you can come and see."
"There!" laughed Fox, "crying off already! Afraid to go alone, and appealing for company."
"By heaven, this is too bad!" cried Anthony, and started to his feet.
"Don't go," shouted Mr. Solomon Gibbs. "It's folly, and break up of good company."
"There's good company with Fox Crymes girding at me at every minute. But, by heaven, I will not be jeered at as a coward. Fox has dared me to go to Peter Tavy churchyard, and go I will—alone, moreover."
"No such thing," said the host; "it is too bad a night. Stay here and help finish this brew; we'll have another bowl, if Mr. Solomon approves—and Mr. Cudlip."
"I will go," said Anthony, thoroughly roused, and rendered doubly excitable by the punch he had been drinking.