Before Deacon Cornhill could reply, the sound of many feet was heard entering the place, and a body of men quickly appeared on the scene. The foremost was a burly, bewhiskered fellow, who at sight of our couple cried exultantly:
“Here he is, boys! Nab him!”
CHAPTER IV.
A BOLD STAND.
At sight of the mob crowding into the place, Deacon Cornhill gave a cry of fear and turned pale, as he looked hurriedly about for some way of escape.
The room seemed to have but one door opening on the street, and that was now blocked with the incoming men, the leader of whom showed a bright button on his coat, while he flourished a club in his right hand as he uttered the words given in my last chapter.
The owner behind the counter uttered a cry of terror, and ducked his head out of sight, while the clinking of breaking glass followed his disappearance, a big pitcher having been upset and rolled off onto the floor.
So, all in all, it was a pretty exciting scene for a while.
Ragged Rob spoke next, at the same time stepping forward to meet the officer fearlessly:
“Who are you looking for, Whalen?”
“That chap behind ye.”