“I heard a confused noise at a distance,” remarked Flora; “but I had no idea that anything serious was contemplated.  I imagined it was some festival among some trade, or portion of the townspeople, who were shouting from joy.”

“Oh, dear no,” said Sir Francis; “but I am not surprised at the mistake, because there are such occurrences occasionally; but whenever the mob gained any advantage upon me they shouted, and when I was able to oppose them with effect, they groaned at me most horribly.”

“The deuce,” said Charles; “the sound, suppose, serves to express their feelings, and to encourage each other.”

“Something of the sort, I dare say,” said Varney:  “but at length, after defending the house with all the desperation that despair imparted to me, I was compelled to fly from floor to floor, until I had reached the roof; there they followed me, and I was compelled again to fly.  House after house they followed me to, until I could go no farther,” said Varney.

“How did you escape?”

“Fortunately I saw some ivy growing and creeping over the coping-stones, and by grasping that I got over the side, and so let myself down by degrees, as well as I was able.”

“Good heavens! what a dreadful situation,” exclaimed Flora; “it is really horrible!”

“I could not do it again, under, I think, any circumstances.”

“Not the same?” said Mrs. Bannerworth.

“I really doubt if I could,” said Varney.  “The truth is, the excitement of the moment was great, and I at that moment thought of nothing but getting away.

“The same circumstances, the same fear of death, could hardly be produced in me again, and I am unable to account for the phenomenon on this occasion.”

“Your escape was very narrow indeed,” said Flora; “it makes me shudder to think of the dangers you have gone through; it is really terrible to think of it.”

“You,” said Sir Francis, “are young and susceptible, and generous in your disposition, You can feel for me, and do; but how little I could have expected it, it is impossible to say; but your sympathy sinks into my mind and causes such emotions as never can be erased from my soul.

“But to proceed.  You may guess how dreadful was my position, by the fact that the first man who attempted to get over tore the ivy away and fell, striking me in his fall; he was killed, and I thrown down and stunned.  I then made for the wood, closely pursued and got into it; then I baffled them:  they searched the wood, and I went through it.  I then ran across the country to these houses here; I got over the fence, and in at the back door.”

“Did they see you come?” inquired Charles Holland.

“I cannot say, but I think that they did not; I heard them give a loud shout more than once when on this side of the wood.”

“You did?  How far from here were you when you heard the shouts?” inquired Mrs. Bannerworth.