Both door and shutters were of a strong and sturdy kind, and they knocked without effect.

But the impatient crowd raising a cry of 'Set fire to the house!' and torches being passed to the front, an upper window was thrown open, and the stout old locksmith stood before them.
'What now, you villains!' he demanded.

'Where is my daughter ?' 'Ask no questions of us, old man,' retorted Hugh, waving his comrades to be silent, 'but come down, and bring the tools of your trade.

We want you.' 'Want me!' cried the locksmith, glancing at the regimental dress he wore: 'Ay, and if some that I could name possessed the hearts of mice, ye should have had me long ago.

Mark me, my lad--and you about him do the same.