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Noisy and delighted mob at his heels. There was but one person in it who
Offered a pleading word for the captive, and he was not heeded; he was hardly
Even heard, so great was the turmoil. The prince continued to struggle for
Freedom, and to rage against the treatment he was suffering, until John Canty
Lost what little patience was left in him, and raised his oaken cudgel in a
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sudden fury over the prince's head. The single pleader for the lad sprang to
stop the man's arm, and the blow descended upon his own wrist. Canty
roared out:
'Thou'lt meddle, wilt thou? Then have thy reward.'
His cudgel crashed down upon the meddler's head; there was a groan, a dim
Form sank to the ground among the feet of the crowd, and the next moment it
Lay there in the dark alone. The mob pressed on, their enjoyment nothing
Disturbed by this episode.
Presently the prince found himself in John Canty's abode, with the door
Closed against the outsiders. By the vague light of a tallow candle which was
Thrust into a bottle, he made out the main features of the loathsome den, and
Also of the occupants of it. Two frowsy girls and a middle-aged woman
Cowered against the wall in one corner, with the aspect of animals habituated
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