After picking himself up he passed into a carpenter's shop, meaning to let himself down into Wilson's Lane, now Devonshire street, but the myriad-eyed mob, which was searching every portion of the building for their game, espied him at this point, and with that set up a great shout.

The workmen came to the aid of the fugitive by closing the door of the carpenter's shop in the face of his pursuers.

The situation seemed desperate.

Retreat from the front was cut off; escape from the rear anticipated and foiled.

Garrison perceived the futility of any further attempts to elude the mob, and proposed in his calm way to deliver himself up to them.