That hurrying of feet,
And Ned leap’d up,[716] and knew that they had come.
“Run, Ned!”[717] I cried, but he was deaf and dumb;
“Hide, Ned!”[718] I scream’d, and held him; “Hide thee, man!”[719]
He stared with blood-shot eyes and hearken’d, Nan!
And all the rest[720] is like a dream—the sound
Of knocking[721] at the door—
A rush of men—a struggle on the ground[722]—
A mist—a tramp—a roar;
For when I got my senses back again,