fiercely; running to and fro, and dragging the boy, now, as easily as if he were an empty sack. "That door. Quick." He flung him in, bolted it, and turned the key. "Is the downstairs door fast?"
"Double-locked and chained," replied Crackit, who, with the other two men, still remained quite helpless and bewildered.
"The panels—are they strong?"
"Lined with sheet-iron."
"And the windows too?"
"Yes, and the windows."
"Damn you!" cried the desperate ruffian, throwing up the sash and menacing the crowd. "Do your worst; I 'll cheat you yet!"
Of all the terrific yells that ever fell on mortal ears none could exceed the cry of that infuriated throng. Some shouted to those who were nearest to set the house on fire; others roared to the officers to shoot him dead. Among them all, none showed such fury as the man on horseback, who, throwing himself out of the saddle, and bursting through the crowd as if he were parting water, cried beneath the win-