The enemy had him fast.

There was no getting out of the "warm weather" which had been promised him.
"Come on--we'll have a regular Old Bailey of it," cried Percy.

"Go and tell the fellows, and collar some witnesses, do you hear; and tell the hangman he'll be wanted in half an hour." This promise of judicial dispatch was not consoling to the prisoner, who had grave doubts as to the impartiality of the tribunal before which he was to be arraigned.

He wondered if Ashby, or D'Arcy, or any of his friends would appear among the witnesses.
The trial took place in the room jointly owned by Percy, Ramshaw, Cottle, and Lickford.

A chair was planted on the bed for the accommodation of the judge.