A groan for the knavish extortioner, my masters--a deep groan for Sir Giles Mompesson!" Thus enjoined, a great hooting was made by the bystanders, and Sir Giles's name was coupled with epithets that could not be very agreeable to his ear.
"You were best let him alone, fool," cried the deep voice behind Dick.
"You will only bring yourself into trouble." But the apprentice was not to be thus advised; and could not even be restrained by the entreaties of Gillian, who was sadly apprehensive that some mischief would befall him.

So conspicuous did he make himself in the disturbance, that at last Sir Giles rode towards him, and singling him out, seized him with his gauntleted hand, and dragged him from the edge of the fountain.

Dick struggled manfully to get free, but he was in a grasp of iron, and all his efforts at releasing himself were ineffectual.

He called on those near him to rescue him, but they shrank from the attempt.

Poor Gillian was dreadfully alarmed.