lot, screamed with joy and threw herself into his arms crying:

"I knew it! My dear father's at the door! Heaven bless you for rescuing
us!"

But she saw in an instant her mistake, when the ridiculous braggart laid
his hand on his breast and told her, now that he no longer was an
apprentice but a famous leader of the people, he had chosen to be her
husband. With this announcement he left them.

Meanwhile Mrs. Rudge, day and night, had searched everywhere for
Barnaby. In one of the riots she was injured, and was taken to a
hospital, and while she lay there she heard with agony that her son had
been so active in the disturbances that a price had been put by the
Government on his head.

But in his present trouble Barnaby had unexpectedly found an old friend.
Joe Willet, just returned with one empty sleeve from his five years of
soldiering in America, had been with the soldiers in the barracks when
Barnaby had been brought there on his way to prison. He soon discovered
who the boy's rioting companions had been and took them word of his
plight, for he knew it meant death to Barnaby unless he escaped.

Maypole Hugh, Tappertit and the hangman were all itching for more
disorder, and this news gave them an excuse. They went out at once and
gathered the mob together to attack Newgate Prison and to release all
the prisoners. They themselves led the procession. The house of Varden,
Dolly's father, was on their way; they stopped there, and, in spite of
the lusty fight he made, carried the locksmith with them to compel him
to open the prison gates with his tools.

This he refused to do, and they would doubtless have killed him, but for
two men who dragged him from their clutches in the nick of time. These
two men were the one-armed Joe and Edward Chester, just returned from
the West Indies, whom the former had met by accident that day. They took
the locksmith to his home, while the raging crowd brought furniture from
neighboring houses and built a bonfire of it to burn down the great
prison gate.

From this same mob Haredale himself had a narrow escape. He was staying
at a house near by, which, belonging to a Catholic, was attacked. He
tried to escape across the roof, but was recognized from the street by
the giant Hugh. The cellar luckily had a back door opening into a lane,
and with the assistance of Joe and Edward, who had hastened to the rear
to aid him, he escaped that way.

Maypole Hugh, during this terrible time while