One company, under Garnet, advanced from the river side.
A second, under Bob Bertram, marched towards the north side of the rendezvous.
A third attacked the left side with great fury, led on by the chief of the London Apprentices.
And the fourth and last, commanded by Ned Warbeck in person, assailed the front.
In all directions shouts and cheers and yells were heard.
Sledge hammers, crowbars, guns, pistols, swords, and pikes were making a discordant din.
Dogs barked, people rushed from their beds in terror, and ran affrighted through the streets.
Night watchmen bellowed and bawled, and sprung their rattles.
All the river side was in dire affright and commotion.
“’Tis young Ned Warbeck and the Skeleton Crew,” shouted old men and women, in alarm.