The half-dozen prisoners whom the Guards had taken, were magnified by report into half-a-hundred at least; and their friends, being faint and sober, so slackened in their energy, and so drooped beneath these dispiriting influences, that by eight o'clock in the evening, Dennis, Hugh, and Barnaby, were left alone.

Even they were fast asleep upon the benches, when Gashford's entrance roused them.
'Oh! you ARE here then ?' said the Secretary.

'Dear me!' 'Why, where should we be, Muster Gashford!' Dennis rejoined as he rose into a sitting posture.
'Oh nowhere, nowhere,' he returned with excessive mildness.

'The streets are filled with blue cockades.

I rather thought you might have been among them.