ugh
that of Frank, and walked with him swiftly down the narrow lane toward
the water-side.

"You're not much hurt, are you?"

"Oh no. It was the heat and being squeezed so."

"Don't say you were frightened, lad!" cried Andrew.

"I was at first; but when I saw the people being knocked about so, I
felt as if I wanted to help."

"That's right. You've got the right stuff in you. But wasn't it
glorious?"

"Glorious?"

"Yes!" cried Andrew excitedly. "It was brave and gallant to a degree.
The cowardly brutes were three times as many as the others."

"Oh no; the other side was the stronger, and they ought to have
whipped."

"Nonsense! You don't know what you are talking about," said Andrew
warmly. "The miserable brutes were five or six times as strong, and the
brave fellows drove them like a flock of sheep right out of the court,
and scattered them in the street like chaff. Oh, it made up for
everything!"

Frank put his hand to his head.

"I don't quite understand it," he said. "My head feels swimming and
queer yet. I thought the people in the house were the weaker--I mean
those who dashed out shouting, `Down with the Dutchmen!'"

"Of course," cried Andrew; "that's what I'm saying. It was very
horrible to be situated as we were."

"Yes, horrible," said Frank quietly.

"Not able to so much as draw one's sword."

"Too much squeezed together."

"Yes," said Andrew, with his face flushed warmly. "I did cry out and
shout to them to come on; but one was so helpless and mixed-up-like that
people could hardly tell which side they belonged to."

"No," said Frank drily; "it was hard."

He looked meaningly at his companion as he spoke; but Andrew's eyes were
gazing straight before him, and he was seeing right into the future.

"Did you see your friend you wanted to speak to?" said Frank, as they
reached the river-side.

"See him? Yes, fighting like a hero; but I couldn't get near him.
Never mind; another time will do. I little thought I should come to the
city to-day to see such a victory. It all shows how things are
working."

"Going to ride back by boat?" said Frank, as if to change the
conversation.

"Oh yes; we can't go along Fleet Street and the Strand. The streets
will be full of constables, and soldiers out too I dare say. They're
busy making arrests I know; and if we were to go along there, as likely
as not there'd be some spy or one of the beaten side ready to point us
out as having