or fifty frenzied people, most of them drunk, were
engaged in burning a poor Jew, his wife and two children upon a great
fire made of the staves of wine-casks, which they had plundered from
some neighbouring cellars. When Hugh and his companions came upon the
scene the Jew had already burned and this crowd of devils were preparing
to cast his wife and children into the flames, which they had been
forced to see devour their husband and father. Indeed, with yells of
brutal laughter, they were thrusting the children into two great casks
ere they rolled them into the heart of the fire, while the wretched
mother stood by and shrieked.

"What do you, sirs?" asked Hugh, riding up to them.

"We burn wizards and their spawn, Sir Knight," answered the ringleader.
"Know that these accursed Jews have poisoned the wells of our town--we
have witnesses who saw them do it--and thus brought the plague upon
us. Moreover, she," and he pointed to the woman--"was seen talking not
fourteen days ago to the devil in a yellow cap, who appears everywhere
before the Death begins. Now, roll them in, roll them in!"

Hugh drew his sword, for this sight was more than his English flesh and
blood could bear. Dick also unsheathed the black bow, while young David
produced a great knife which he carried.

"Free those children!" said Hugh to the man with whom he had spoken, a
fat fellow, with rolling, bloodshot eyes.

"Get you to hell, stranger," he answered, "or we'll throw you on the
fire also as a Jew in knight's dress."

"Free those children!" said Hugh again in a terrible voice, "or I send
you before them. Be warned! I speak truth."

"Be you warned, stranger, for I speak truth also," replied the man,
mimicking him. "Now friends," he added, "tuck up the devil's brats in
their warm bed."

They were his last words, for Hugh thrust with his sword and down he
went.

Now a furious clamour arose. The mob snatched up burning staves,
bludgeons, knives or whatever they had at hand, and prepared to kill the
three. Without waiting for orders, Dick began to shoot. David, a bold
young man, rushed at one of the most violent and stabbed him, and Hugh,
who had leapt from his horse, set himself back to back with the other
two. Thrice Dick shot, and at the third deadly arrow these drunken
fellows grew sober enough to understand that they wished no more of
them.

Suddenly, acting on a common impulse, they fled away, every one, only
leaving behind them those