A True Hero: A Story of the Days of William Penn
purpose of instigating them to rebel against His Majesty the king and the authorities of this city of London.”

“Verily, thou art misinformed and mistaken, sir,” answered the young man, in a calm voice. “I neither created a disturbance, nor did I utter words whereby any disturbance could have been created, while I have ever been a loyal and dutiful subject of King Charles as His Majesty.”

“Ho! ho! ho! you have come here to crow high, I warrant you,” exclaimed Sir Samuel Starling; “and your companion, Master Mead, will, I warrant, declare himself equally innocent of offence!”

“Thou speakest truly, friend,” answered Captain Mead; “I was the cause of no disturbance, as all those present very well know; for no disturbance indeed took place, while my principles forbid me to oppose the authorities that be.”

These calm answers only seemed to enrage Sir Samuel Starling, who, heaping further abuse on the prisoners, exclaimed, “Take the varlets off to the ‘Black Dog’ in Newgate Market; there they shall remain in durance till they are tried for their crimes at the Old Bailey, and we shall then see whether this young cock-of-the-woods will crow as loudly as he now does.”

Young Wenlock could with difficulty restrain his father’s indignation when he heard this order pronounced by the city magistrate. He however, managed to get him out of the court.

“We will go and see where they are lodged, at all events,” said the captain, who at length yielded to his son’s expostulation. “Perchance I may render my old friend Mead, and that noble young fellow Penn, some assistance.”

Chapter Three.

In a dirty, ill-ventilated room in a low sponging-house in Newgate Market, known as the “Black Dog,” two persons were seated. Cobwebs hung from the windows and the corners of the ceiling, occupied by huge, active spiders, lying in wait for some of the numerous flies which swarmed on the dust-covered panes. On the walls were scrawled numerous designs, executed by the prisoners who had from time to time occupied the room, to while away their hours of durance. The air felt close and sultry, the heat increased by the rays of the sinking sun, which found their way in by the window, through which also entered unpleasant odours ascending from the court-yard below. One of the persons, whose handsome dress contrasted strangely with the appearance of the room, was busy writing at a rickety table. With youth, wealth, talents, a fair fame, the 
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