diverted by a double sound: first, a loud hurrah from some of the mob
who had loitered for pillage, and who now emerged from Adam's house,
following two men, who, preceded by the terrible Graul, dancing before
them, and tossing aloft her timbrel, bore in triumph the captured
Eureka; and, secondly, the blast of a clarion at the distance, while
up the street marched--horse and foot, with pike and banner--a goodly
troop. The Lord Hastings in person led a royal force, by a night
march, against a fresh outbreak of the rebels, not ten miles from the
city, under Sir Geoffrey Gates, who had been lately arrested by the
Lord Howard at Southampton, escaped, collected a disorderly body of
such restless men as are always disposed to take part in civil
commotion, and now menaced London itself. At the sound of the clarion
the valiant mob dispersed in all directions, for even at that day mobs
had an instinct of terror at the approach of the military, and a quick
reaction from outrage to the fear of retaliation.

But, at the sound of martial music, the tymbesteres silenced their own
instruments, and instead of flying, they darted through the crowd,
each to seek the other, and unite as for counsel. Graul, pointing to
Mr. Sancroft's hostelry, whispered the bearers of the Eureka to seek
refuge there for the present, and to bear their trophy with the dawn
to Friar Bungey at the Tower; and then, gliding nimbly through the
fugitive rioters, sprang into the centre of the circle formed by her
companions.

"Ye scent the coming battle?" said the arch-tymbestere.

"Ay, ay, ay!" answered the sisterhood.

"But we have gone miles since noon,--I am faint and weary!" said one