"Don't you hear those shouts?
Yon fellow's clamour has brought the whole horde of jail-birds and cut-throats that infest this place about our ears.

We shall be torn in pieces if we are discovered.

Davies!" he added, calling to the attendant, who was menacing Wood with a severe retaliation, "don't heed him; but, if you value a whole skin, come into the house, and bring that woman with you.
She may afford us some necessary information." Davies reluctantly complied.

And, dragging Mrs.Sheppard, who made no resistance, along with him, entered the house, the door of which was instantly shut and barricaded.
A moment afterwards, the street was illumined by a blaze of torchlight, and a tumultuous uproar, mixed with the clashing of weapons, and the braying of horns, announced the arrival of the first detachment of Minters.
Mr.Wood rushed instantly to meet them.
"Hurrah!" shouted he, waving his hat triumphantly over his head.
"Saved!" "Ay, ay, it's all bob, my covey! You're safe enough, that's certain!" responded the Minters, baying, yelping, leaping, and howling around him like a pack of hounds when the huntsman is beating cover; "but, where are the lurchers ?" "Who ?" asked Wood.
"The traps!" responded a bystander.
"The shoulder-clappers!" added a lady, who, in her anxiety to join the party, had unintentionally substituted her husband's nether habiliments for her own petticoats.
"The ban-dogs!" thundered a tall man, whose stature and former avocations had procured him the nickname of "The long drover of the Borough market." "Where are they ?" "Ay, where are they ?" chorussed the mob, flourishing their various weapons, and flashing their torches in the air; "we'll starve 'em out." Mr.Wood trembled.

He felt he had raised a storm which it would be very difficult, if not impossible, to allay.