Three hundred prisoners in all were released from Newgate, and many of
these returned to haunt the place of their captivity, and were retaken.
The day after the storming of Newgate, the mob having now had London at
its mercy for a week, the authorities at last took serious action, and
at nightfall the military held the streets.

Hugh and Barnaby and old Rudge had taken refuge in a rough out-house in
the outskirts of London, where they were wont to rest, when Dennis stood
before them; he had not been seen since the storming of Newgate.

A few minutes later, and the shed was filled with soldiers, while a body
of horse galloping into the field drew op before it.

"Here!" said Dennis, "it's them two young ones, gentlemen, that the
proclamation puts a price on. This other's an escaped felon. I'm sorry
for it, brother," he added, addressing himself to Hugh; "but you've
brought it on yourself; you forced me to do it; you wouldn't respect the
soundest constitutional principles, you know; you went and wiolated the
wery framework of society."

Barnaby and his father were carried off by one road in the centre of a
body of foot-soldiers; Hugh, fast bound upon a horse, was taken by
another.


_IV.--The Fate of the Rioters_


The riots had been stamped out, and once more the city was quiet.