What had he got to tell them?
After a very little talking, which he was careless of and quite indifferent to, they told him he was to go to Newgate, and took him away.
He went out into the street, so surrounded and hemmed in on every side by soldiers, that he could see nothing; but he knew there was a great crowd of people, by the murmur; and that they were not friendly to the soldiers, was soon rendered evident by their yells and hisses.

How often and how eagerly he listened for the voice of Hugh! There was not a voice he knew among them all.

Was Hugh a prisoner too?
Was there no hope! As they came nearer and nearer to the prison, the hootings of the people grew more violent; stones were thrown; and every now and then, a rush was made against the soldiers, which they staggered under.

One of them, close before him, smarting under a blow upon the temple, levelled his musket, but the officer struck it upwards with his sword, and ordered him on peril of his life to desist.

This was the last thing he saw with any distinctness, for directly afterwards he was tossed about, and beaten to and fro, as though in a tempestuous sea.