“I will take care that your brave action is duly represented to his Majesty,” observed Sir Richard Walsh.
And he failed not to keep his promise. Streete received a pension of two shillings a day for the rest of his life—no inconsiderable sum in those days.
The conflict was now at an end, for though some few of the more desperate of the rebels continued to struggle after their leaders had fallen, they were soon disarmed. Sir Richard Walsh and Topcliffe went in search of the other conspirators, and finding Rookwood and Grant, who though severely wounded were not dead, lying in the hall, immediately secured them. Rookwood on their approach made an effort to plunge his dagger into his breast, but his hand was stayed by Sir Richard Walsh.
“We shall not go away quite empty-handed,” cried Topcliffe. “But these are sorry substitutes for Catesby.
“Has Catesby escaped?” demanded Grant, faintly.
“Ay, to the other world,” replied Topcliffe.
“He has kept his word,” groaned Grant.
“He may have escaped some part of his punishment,” said Topcliffe, bitterly; “but the worst remains. His quarters will be exposed on every gate in London, and his head on the bridge. As to you, traitors, you know your doom.”
“And are prepared for it,” rejoined Grant.
A guard being left over the prisoners, Sir Richard Walsh and Topcliffe then went to see that the other captives were properly secured. Some few having made their escape into the adjoining fields, they were pursued and recaptured.