This was the individual that Mr Pickwick gazed at through his spectacles (which, fortunately, he had got back), and when his friends had finished doing so, he proceeded to give, in carefully chosen words, his warmest thanks for the stranger's recent assistance.
 
'Never mind.' said the stranger, cutting short the address.

'You have said enough - no more; smart chap that cabman - he used his fists well; but if I'd been your friend in the green coat - damn me - I'd punch his head, I would - the pieman's too - no nonsense about it.'
 
This coherent speech was interrupted by the entrance of the Rochester coachman, to announce that 'the Commodore' was on the point of starting its journey.

'Commodore!' said the stranger, jumping up, 'that's my coach, the one outside - I have a seat booked - I will leave you to pay for the brandy-and-water - I don't have change - bad silver - won't do - no go - eh?' and he shook his head very knowingly. Now it so happened that Mr Pickwick and his three companions had decided to make Rochester their first stop as well; and having told their new-found friend that they were journeying to the same city, they agreed to take the seat at the back of the coach, where they could all sit together.