More than once Harry saw men pursued through the streets, pelted with stones and mud, and in some cases escaping barely with their lives.

Upon one occasion, seeing a person in black garments and of respectable appearance so treated, the boy's indignation was aroused, for he himself, both from his conversations with his friend Herbert, and the talk with his father, was, although enthusiastically Royalist, yet inclined to view with respect those who held opposite opinions.
"Run down that alley!" he exclaimed, pushing his horse between the fugitive and his pursuers.
The man darted down the lane, and Harry placed himself at the entrance, and shouted to the rabble to abstain.
A yell of rage and indignation replied, and a volley of stones was thrown.

Harry fearlessly drew his sword, and cut at some of those who were in the foreground.

These retaliated with sticks, and Harry was forced backward into the lane.

This was too narrow to enable him to turn, his horse, and his position was a critical one.