The little door was on the Norton Bury side, and was hid from the opposite shore, where the rioters had now collected.

In a minute we had crept forth, and dashed out of sight, in the narrow path which had been made from the mill to the tan-yard.
"Will you take my arm?
we must get on fast." "Home ?" said my father, as John led him passively along.
"No, sir, not home: they are there before you.

Your life's not safe an hour--unless, indeed, you get soldiers to guard it." Abel Fletcher gave a decided negative.

The stern old Quaker held to his principles still.
"Then you must hide for a time--both of you.

Come to my room.