They had gone not more than two blocks when there was a rush from behind, and before they could defend themselves they were each in the midst of a crowd, fighting for their lives.

The principal attack was, of course, made upon the Ottawa man, but the crowd was quite determined to prevent the lieutenant and Harry from getting near him.

In vain they struggled to break through the yelling mass of Gatineaus, who now had become numerous enough to fill the street from wall to wall, and among whom could be seen some few of the Ottawa men trying to force their way toward their champion.

By degrees both Harry and De Lacy fought their way to the wall, and toward each other.
"Looks as if our man had met his Waterloo," said the lieutenant, waiting for his particular man to come again.
"What a lot of beasts they are!" said Harry, disgustedly, beating off his enemy.
"Hello! Here they come again.

We shall have to try another shot, I suppose," said the lieutenant, as the crowd, which had for a few moments surged down the street, now came crushing back, with the Ottawa leader, and some half-dozen of his followers in the center.
"Well, here goes," said De Lacy, leaving the wall and plunging into the crowd, followed by Harry.