"Bill Tooby? He is yonder in his boat, waiting for some that have bespoke him." The man pointed across the basin.
Holyday was stricken faint of voice. "Oh, miserere!" he wailed. "He is waiting for us. We have come to the wrong stairs."
"Hark!" cried Millicent.
Cries of "Runaways! Stop them! Stop the maid!" were approaching from, apparently, the vicinity of Knightrider Street.
"We must e'en change to the other boat," said Holyday, despairingly.
"Oh, heaven, there is not time!" cried Millicent.
"If you be in haste," said the waterman, "stay where ye are. Whither shall we carry ye?"
"Nay, nay, I durst not!" cried Holyday, and yet stood in helpless indecision.
"Come, then!" said Millicent, and leaped from the boat to the stairs. Reaching back for Holyday's hand, she pulled him after her, dragged him up the steps, and led him around the three sides of the basin, their five protectors following close.