Some of them got ladders, and clambered in through the barricaded windows, axes and hatchets in hand, cutting down all and every obstruction before them.
The blacksmiths battered in all the doors and bolts and bars.
Once they had got possession of the doors and passages the scene was most fearful.
Some of the crew attempted to jump out of the windows, but in doing so they were caught on the spear and pike-heads of those below.
The Butchers’ Apprentices cut all who opposed them limb from limb without mercy.
But still Death-wing and his men fought like demons.
Three times had Ned Warbeck fought with and slain those he supposed to be the Skeleton chief.
But Death-wing was still alive and busy.
More than twenty times he took deliberate aim with guns and pistols at young Ned, and each time had he missed him.
“He is charmed! his life is charmed!” swore the grim chief, as he looked around him, and each instant saw that his men were falling thick and fast.