A dark mass, looming through a cloud of dust, soon became visible; the mob quickened their pace; shouting and whooping like savages, they came rushing on pell mell; and in a few seconds he was bandied from hand to hand, in the heart of a crowd of men.
'Halloa!' cried a voice he knew, as the man who spoke came cleaving through the throng.

'Where is he?
Give him to me.

Don't hurt him.

How now, old Jack! Ha ha ha!' Mr Willet looked at him, and saw it was Hugh; but he said nothing, and thought nothing.
'These lads are thirsty and must drink!' cried Hugh, thrusting him back towards the house.

'Bustle, Jack, bustle.