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'Speak 'em fair,' said he; 'try good words first. Hobbs 'll mebbe

let 'em out quiet, if we can catch a word wi' him. A say, Hobbs,'

said he, raising his voice, 'is a' shut up for t' neet; for a'd be

glad of a glass. A'm Dannel Robson, thou knows.' Not one word in reply, any more than from the tomb; but his speech

had been heard nevertheless. The crowd behind him began to jeer and

to threaten; there was no longer any keeping down their voices,

their rage, their terrible oaths. If doors and windows had not of

late been strengthened with bars of iron in anticipation of some

such occasion, they would have been broken in with the onset of the

fierce and now yelling crowd who rushed against them with the force

of a battering-ram, to recoil in baffled rage from the vain assault.

No sign, no sound from within, in that breathless pause.

'Come away round here! a've found a way to t' back o' behint, where

belike it's not so well fenced,' said Daniel, who had made way for

younger and more powerful men to conduct the assault, and had

employed his time meanwhile in examining the back premises. The men

rushed after him, almost knocking him down, as he made his way into

the lane into which the doors of the outbuildings belonging to the

inn opened. Daniel had already broken the fastening of that which

opened into a damp, mouldy-smelling shippen, in one corner of which

a poor lean cow shifted herself on her legs, in an uneasy, restless

manner, as her sleeping-place was invaded by as many men as could

cram themselves into the dark hold. Daniel, at the end farthest from

the door, was almost smothered before he could break down the rotten

wooden shutter, that, when opened, displayed the weedy yard of the

old inn, the full clear light defining the outline of each blade of

grass by the delicate black shadow behind.

This hole, used to give air and light to what had once been a

stable, in the days when horse travellers were in the habit of

coming to the Mariners' Arms, was large enough to admit the passage

of a man; and Daniel, in virtue of its discovery, was the first to

get through. But he was larger and heavier than he had been; his

lameness made him less agile, and the impatient crowd behind him

gave him a helping push that sent him down on the round stones with

which the yard was paved, and for the time disabled him so much that

he could only just crawl out of the way of leaping feet and heavy

nailed boots, which came through the opening till the yard was

filled with men, who now set up a fierce, derisive shout, which, to

their delight, was answered from within. No more silence, no more

dead opposition: a living struggle, a glowing, raging fight; and

Daniel thought he should be obliged to sit there still, leaning

against the wall, inactive, while the strife and the action were

going on in which he had once been foremost.