"As I live! the 'prentices _are_ out, and engaged in some mischievous work, and it will be strange if Dick Taverner be not among them.

I will see what they are about." And as he spoke he hurried to the oriel window which looked out upon the wharf, exclaiming--"Ay, ay,--'t is as I thought.

Dick _is_ among them, and at their head.

'Fore heaven! they are attacking those ruffianly braggarts from Whitefriars, and are laying about them lustily with their cudgels.

Ha! what is this I see?
The Alsatians and the myrmidons are routed, and the brave lads have captured Sir Francis Mitchell.