'What the henker hath come over the chaw-bacons?
They mean mischief.

How now, friends, why this uproar ?' This question instead of allaying the tumult appeared to make it tenfold worse.

All round us twenty deep were savage faces and angry eyes, with the glint here and there of a weapon half drawn from its place of concealment.

The uproar, which had been a mere hoarse growl, began to take shape and form.

'Down with the Papists!' was the cry.