musicianers can't march with their music, as you told me just now."

"I've thought of that, too. We'll have Miller Penrose's covered
three-horse waggon to march ahead of the coffin. Hang it in black
and go slow, and all the musicianers can sit around inside and play
away as merry as grigs."

"The cover'll give the music a sort of muffly sound; but that,"
Lieutenant Clogg suggested, "will be all the more fitty for a
funeral."

"So it will, Clogg; so it will. But we're wasting time. I suppose
you won't object, sir, to be marched down to my house by the Company?
It's the regular thing in case of taking a prisoner, and you'll be
left to yourself as soon as you get to my door."

"Not at all," said M. Trinquier amiably.

"Then, gentlemen, fall in! The practice is put off. And when you
get home, mind you change your stockings, all of you. We're in
luck's way this morning, but that's no reason for recklessness."

So M. Trinquier, sometime Director of Periodical Festivities to the
Municipality of Dieppe, was marched down into East Looe, to the
wonder and delight of the inhabitants, who had just recovered from
the shock of Gunner Spettigew's false alarm, and were in a condition
to be pleased with trifles. As the Company tramped along the street,
Captain Pond pointed out the Town Hall to his prisoner.

"That will be the most convenient place to hold your practices.