But when, with the rushing sound of many steps and but few words, they had arrived at the blank, dark, shut-up Mariners' Arms, they paused in surprise at the uninhabited look of the whole house: it was Daniel once more who took the lead.
'Speak 'em fair,' said he; 'try good words first.

Hobbs 'll mebbe let 'em out quiet, if we can catch a word wi' him.

A say, Hobbs,' said he, raising his voice, 'is a' shut up for t' neet; for a'd be glad of a glass.

A'm Dannel Robson, thou knows.' Not one word in reply, any more than from the tomb; but his speech had been heard nevertheless.

The crowd behind him began to jeer and to threaten; there was no longer any keeping down their voices, their rage, their terrible oaths.