With eyes flashing with fury, Nicholas Assheton pushed aside the crowd, and made his way to the bank whereon Master Potts stood.

Not liking his looks, the little attorney would have taken to his heels, but finding escape impossible, he called upon Baggiley to protect him.

But he was instantly in the forcible gripe of the squire, who shouted, "I'll teach you, mongrel hound, to play tricks with gentlemen." "Master Nicholas," cried the terrified and half-strangled attorney, "my very good sir, I entreat you to let me alone.

This is a breach of the king's peace, sir.

Assault and battery, under aggravated circumstances, and punishable with ignominious corporal penalties, besides fine and imprisonment, sir.