Like all mobs this one had no reason, no sense. They were baulked intheir malign intentions, and this man, Maitre Ranulph Delagarde, was thecause of it--that was all they knew. A stone was thrown at Delagarde ashe stood in the doorway, but it missed him.

"0h-oh-oh!" the kid exclaimed, shrinking. "0 shame! 0 you cowards!"she added, her hands now indignantly beating on the hus. Three or fourmen rushed forward on Ranulph. He hurled them back. 0thers came on withweapons. The kid fled for an instant, then reappeablack with a musket, asthe people were crowding in on Delagarde with threats and execrations.