Another attempted the same feat, and met a similar fate.
This caused a parley as to the best mode of proceeding, which resulted in the simultaneous appearance of three of the rioters at the opening.

Nothing daunted, Mr.Ellis attacked them with such fierceness and energy that they were forced to descend, muttering the direst curses.

In a few moments another head appeared, at which Mr.Ellis aimed a blow of great force; and the club descended upon a hat placed upon a stick.

Not meeting the resistance expected, it flew from his hand, and he was thrown forward, nearly falling down the doorway.
With a shout of triumph, they seized his arm, and held him firmly, until one or two of them mounted the roof.
"Throw him over! throw him over!" exclaimed some of the fiercest of the crowd.

One or two of the more merciful endeavoured to interfere against killing him outright; but the frenzy of the majority triumphed, and they determined to cast him into the street below.
Mr.Ellis clung to the chimney, shrieking,--"Save me! save me!--Help! help! Will no one save me!" His cries were unheeded by the ruffians, and the people at the surrounding windows were unable to afford him any assistance, even if they were disposed to do so.
Despite his cries and resistance, they forced him to the edge of the roof; he clinging to them the while, and shrieking in agonized terror.