David, in a frenzy, kicked out, so that his assailant dropped him with a howl.

The weaver's friends closed upon the 'Ranters,' who had to fight their way through.

It was not till they had gained the outskirts of the town that the shower of stones ceased, and that they could pause to take stock of their losses.
Then it appeared that, though all were bruised, torn, and furious, some were inclined to take a mystical joy in persecution, and to find compensation in certain plain and definite predictions as to the eternal fate in store for 'Jerry Timmins's divils.' David, on the other hand, was much more inclined to vent his wrath on his own side than on the Timminsites.
'Why can't yo keep what yo're doin to yorsels ?' he called out fiercely to the knot of panting boys, as he faced round upon them at the gate leading to the Kinder road.

'Yo're a parcel o' fools--always chatterin and clatterin.' The others defended themselves warmly.

'Them Timmins lot' were always spying about.