At this moment an unexpected aid arrived.
"Keep back there! I call upon you in the name of God to keep
back!" exclaimed a voice of one struggling and communing with
the rioters, a voice which all immediately recognised. It was
that of Mr St Lys. Charles Gardner, I have been your friend.
The aid I gave you was often supplied to me by this house.
Why are you here?"
"For no evil purpose, Mr St Lys. I came as others did, to see
what was going on."
"Then you see a deed of darkness. Struggle against it. Aid
me and Philip Warner in this work; it will support you at the
judgment. Tressel, Tressel, stand by me and Warner. That's
good, that's right! And you too, Daventry, and you, and you.
I knew you would wash your hands of this fell deed. It is not
Mowbray men who would do this. That's right, that's right!
Form a band. Good again. There's not a man that joins us now
who does not make a friend for life."
Mr St Lys had been in the neighbourhood when the news of the
visit of the mob to the castle reached him. He anticipated
the perilous consequences. He hastened immediately to the
scene of action. He had met Warner the handloom weaver in his
way, and enlisted his powerful influence with the people on
his side.
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