When he came out into the Edgware Road there was a new note and a new movement in the crowd, and a mounted policeman rode over his foot and got upset for his pains.
"You lea' me alone," said Caddles, facing the breathless crowd.

"I ain't done anything to you." At that time he was unarmed, for he had left his chalk chopper in Regent's Park.

But now, poor wretch, he seems to have felt the need of some weapon.

He turned back towards the goods yard of the Great Western Railway, wrenched up the standard of a tall arc light, a formidable mace for him, and flung it over his shoulder.

And finding the police still turning up to pester him, he went back along the Edgware Road, towards Cricklewood, and struck off sullenly to the north.
He wandered as far as Waltham, and then turned back westward and then again towards London, and came by the cemeteries and over the crest of Highgate about midday into view of the greatness of the city again.