The houses on Snow Hill were thronged, like those in Old Bailey.

Every window, from the groundfloor to the garret had its occupant, and the roofs were covered with spectators.
Words of encouragement and sympathy were addressed to Jack, who, as he looked around, beheld many a friendly glance fixed upon him.
In this way, they reached Holborn Bridge.

Here a little delay occurred.
The passage was so narrow that there was only sufficient room for the cart to pass, with a single line of foot-soldiers on one side; and, as the walls of the bridge were covered with spectators, it was not deemed prudent to cross it till these persons were dislodged.
While this was effected, intelligence was brought that a formidable mob was pouring down Field Lane, the end of which was barricaded.

The advanced guard rode on to drive away any opposition, while the main body of the procession crossed the bridge, and slowly toiled up Holborn Hill.
The entrance of Shoe Lane, and the whole line of the wall of St.
Andrew's church, the bell of which was tolling, was covered with spectators.

Upon the steps leading to the gates of the church stood two persons whom Jack instantly recognised.