The people were beginning to wake in their houses along the streets.

Men bawled "Stop thief!" from the windows, imagining there had been a robbery.

Once two or three figures actually swung out into the way before them, but at a stray glint of lantern light falling on Demetrius's naked long sword, they vanished in the gloom.

But still the mob pressed on, ever gaining accessions, ever howling the more fiercely.

Agias realized that the weight of his burden was beginning to tell on even the iron frame of his cousin.