y closed in behind.
They might have escaped had it not been that the Ottawa man found it
impossible to refrain from hurling taunts at them and inviting them to
battle. They had gone not more than two blocks when there was a rush
from behind, and before they could defend themselves they were each in
the midst of a crowd, fighting for their lives. The principal attack
was, of course, made upon the Ottawa man, but the crowd was quite
determined to prevent the lieutenant and Harry from getting near him. In
vain they struggled to break through the yelling mass of Gatineaus, who
now had become numerous enough to fill the street from wall to wall,
and among whom could be seen some few of the Ottawa men trying to force
their way toward their champion. By degrees both Harry and De Lacy
fought their way to the wall, and toward each other.

"Looks as if our man had met his Waterloo," said the lieutenant, waiting
for his particular man to come again.

"What a lot of beasts they are!" said Harry, disgustedly, beating off
his enemy.

"Hello! Here they come again. We shall have to try another shot, I
suppose," said the lieutenant, as the crowd, which had for a few moments
surged down the street, now came crushing back, with the Ottawa leader,
and some half-dozen of his followers in the center.

"Well, here goes," said De Lacy, leaving the wall and plunging into the
crowd, followed by Harry. As they reached the center a voice called out:
"A bas les Anglais!"

And immediately the cry, a familiar enough one in those days, was taken
up on all sides. The crowd stiffened, and the attack upon the center
became more determined than ever. The little company formed a circle,
and standing back to back, held their ground for a time.

"Make for the wall. Keep together," cried De Lacy, pushing out toward
the side, and followed by his company. But, one by one, the Ottawas
were being dragged down and trampled beneath the "corked" boots of their
foes, till only two of them, with their leader, beside Harry and De
Lacy, were left.

At length the wall was gained. There they faced about and for a time
held their lives safe. But every moment fresh men rushed in upon them,
yelling their cries, "Gatineau! Gatineau! A bas les Anglais!"

The Ottawa leader was panting hard, and he could not much longer hold
his own. His two companions were equally badly off. Harry was pale and
bleeding, but still in good heart. The lieutenant was unmarked as yet,
and