He pulled Algernon by the coat-tail into his seat.

“Stop!” Algernon shouted to the cabman.

“Drive ahead!” roared Sedgett.

This signal of a dissension was heard along the main street of Epsom, and re-awakened the flagging hilarity of the road.

Algernon shrieked his commands; Sedgett thundered his.  They tussled, and each having inflicted an unpleasant squeeze on the other, they came apart by mutual consent, and exchanged half-length blows.  Overhead, the cabman—­not merely a cabman, but an individual—­flicked the flanks of his horse, and cocked his eye and head in answer to gesticulations from shop-doors and pavement.

“Let ’em fight it out, I’m impartial,” he remarked; and having lifted his little observing door, and given one glance, parrot-wise, below, he shut away the troubled prospect of those mortals, and drove along benignly.

Epsom permitted it; but Ewell contained a sturdy citizen, who, smoking his pipe under his eaves, contemplative of passers-by, saw strife rushing on like a meteor.  He raised the waxed end of his pipe, and with an authoritative motion of his head at the same time, pointed out the case to a man in a donkey-cart, who looked behind, saw pugnacity upon wheels, and manoeuvred a docile and wonderfully pretty-stepping little donkey in such a manner that the cabman was fain to pull up.

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.

The pair of original disputants (for there were many by this time) turned their heads simultaneously toward the carriage.

“Will you come on?” Sedgett roared, but whether to Algernon, or to one of the gentlemen, or one of the crowd, was indefinite.  None responding, he shook with ox-like wrath, pushed among shoulders, and plunged back to his seat, making the cabman above bound and sway, and the cab-horse to start and antic.

Greatly to the amazement of the spectators, the manifest gentleman (by comparison) who had recently been at a pummelling match with him, and bore the stains of it, hung his head, stepped on the cab, and suffered himself to be driven away.