Marlow is one of the pleasant centers along an account of its historical importance and natural beauty. The friends had a pleasant night at Crown, and woke up fresh in the morning. The narrator thinks Marlow is a pleasant town with rich history and beautiful natural beauty. He recollects that once he had gone to Haymarket where he witnessed a row between various breeds of dogs, started by a fox-terrier. He doesn’t blank Montmorency for his tendency to row with cats but wished he had not started on the morning he had taken him for a walk in Marlow.
However it looked as if Montmorency wasn’t finished for the day, for in the street he had an encounter with the most disreputable cat whose facial expression sent shivers in the dog, that he quietly backed out. Before departing from Marlow the friends bought few food items, and the narrator regards that as one of their greatest success for they had such a lot of things that they had to use extra pair of hands—man and animal, to carry their possessions towards the boat. About a mile from Marsh Lock, the friends received a shock. It so happened that Harry gripped the beefsteak pie between his knees and was carving it when he asked for a spoon. The writer and George moved round to take a spoon out of the hamper but when they look around again, Harris and the pie were gone. They got worried and turned to search the place where he was last and froze when they saw Harris’ head sticking bold upright among the tall grass. He was very angry and blamed the writer and George.
Actually, Harris was perching on the verge of a small gully which it was hidden with a long grass and when he turned a little back, he had fallen into the gully. He believed and accused that it was cor spiracy hatched by the writer and George.