"Quick.

I've a pack of hungry wolves at my heels." He leaned against a heavy piece of furniture hardly able to speak while the apothecary hastily fastened the door.

Scarcely had he finished than yells and heavy footsteps were heard; there came heavy thuds and fierce kicks followed by repeated hammering.

The door was well protected by iron panels and besides its bolts a stout iron bar from post to post helped to make it secure.
The two men looked at each other and Mountchance trembled.

The crowd outside were not officers of the law, neither were they soldiery.