The result of this attack was another explosion of New York’s nerves.  The Sons of Liberty made it unsafe for a Tory to venture abroad.  They marched through the streets shouting vengeance, burning in effigy, and making alarming demonstrations before the handsome houses of certain loyalists.  Suddenly, about ten o’clock at night, they were animated by a desire to offer up Dr. Cooper, and they cohered and swarmed down toward King’s.  Hamilton and Troup happened to be walking in the grounds when the sudden flare of torches and the approaching tide of sound, warned them of the invasion.  They ran like deer to head them off, but reached the portico only a moment ahead of the mob, which knew that it must be sudden and swift to be victorious.

“I can talk faster than you,” whispered Hamilton, “I’ll harangue them, and it won’t take Dr. Cooper long to understand and flee through the back door—­and may the devil fly away with him.”

“A moment!” he cried, “I’ve something to say, and I may not have another chance, war is so close upon us.”

“’Tis young Hamilton,” cried someone in the crowd.  “Well, make us a speech; we’re always glad to hear you, but we’ll not go home without old Cooper.  Don’t think it.”

Hamilton never remembered what nonsense he talked that night.  Fortunately words always came with a rush, and he could mix up politics, wrongs, the clergy, and patriotism, in so picturesque a jumble that an excited crowd would not miss his usual concise logic.  “Do you suppose he’s gone?” he whispered, pausing to take breath.

“Go on, go on,” said Troup nervously, “I hear someone moving.”

“Ah-h-h!”

There was a wild yell from the crowd, and a hoarse roar from above.  Hamilton and Troup looked up.  Dr. Cooper’s infuriated visage, surrounded by a large frill, projected from his bedroom window.  “Don’t listen to him,” he shrieked, thrusting his finger at Hamilton.  “He’s crazy!  He’s crazy!”

“The old fool,” fumed Troup, “he thinks you’re taking your just revenge.  If I could get inside—­”

Dr. Cooper was jerked back by a friendly hand and the window slammed.  “Someone understands,” whispered Troup, excitedly; “and they’ll have him out in two minutes.  Go on, for heaven’s sake.”

Hamilton, who had been tearful with laughter, began again:—­

“I appeal to you, my friends, am I crazy?” Indignant shouts of “No!  No!” “Then let me, I pray, make a few remarks on the possibility of holding New York against the advancing fleet, that you can testify to my sanity to-morrow, and save me from whatever unhappy fate this irascible gentleman has in store for me.”

“Go ahead!  Go ahead!” cried someone in the mob.  “We won’t let him touch you.”

And again Hamilton harangued them, until Troup slipped round to the rear of the big building and returned with word that Dr. Cooper was safely over the back fence and on his way to the Asia.  When Hamilton announced the flight, there was muttering, but more laughter, for the mob was in a better humour than when it came.