He had seen the distant fires, but they were all out now.

He had heard the people who passed and repassed, speaking of them too, and could report that the prevailing opinion was one of apprehension and dismay.

He had not heard a word of Barnaby--didn't even know his name--but it had been said in his hearing that some man had been taken and carried off to Newgate.
Whether this was true or false, he could not affirm.
The three took counsel together, on hearing this, and debated what it might be best to do.

Hugh, deeming it possible that Barnaby was in the hands of the soldiers, and at that moment under detention at The Boot, was for advancing stealthily, and firing the house; but his companions, who objected to such rash measures unless they had a crowd at their backs, represented that if Barnaby were taken he had assuredly been removed to a stronger prison; they would never have dreamed of keeping him all night in a place so weak and open to attack.

Yielding to this reasoning, and to their persuasions, Hugh consented to turn back and to repair to Fleet Market; for which place, it seemed, a few of their boldest associates had shaped their course, on receiving the same intelligence.
Feeling their strength recruited and their spirits roused, now that there was a new necessity for action, they hurried away, quite forgetful of the fatigue under which they had been sinking but a few minutes before; and soon arrived at their new place of destination.
Fleet Market, at that time, was a long irregular row of wooden sheds and penthouses, occupying the centre of what is now called Farringdon Street.