And the sight, the actual sight, of those officers of law going forth to bring in the prisoners, was a dreadful thing to witness. Meantime, what were the Army of Avengers doing? Slaughtering, shooting down, bayoneting, no doubt. No farther off than the heights of Hampstead their terrible work was going on. It spoke well for the zeal of these devoted soldiers that they had marched so early in the morning that no one had seen them go by. Very odd, that no one at all had seen them. Would Lord Chester escape? And what--oh what!--would be done with Lady Carlyon, Professor Ingleby and her two daughters, and the crowd of girls who had flocked to London with the rebels? Hanging--mere hanging--was far too good for them. Let them be tortured. The Procession reached the top of Haverstock Hill. Hampstead Hill alone remained. In a short time the relentless Lady Princetown would be on the field of action. Strange, not only that no sign of the Army had been seen, but that no firing had been heard! Could Lord Chester have fled with all his men? Now just before the Police Procession reached the Heath, they were astonished by a clattering of mounted soldiers, richly dressed and gallantly armed, who rode down the narrow streets of the town and surrounded them. They were a detachment of cavalry headed by Captain Dunquerque, who saluted Lady Princetown laughing. All the men laughed too. 'I have the honour,' he said, 'to invite your ladyship to take a seat in a tumbril. You are my prisoner.' 'Where--where--where is the Army?' 'You mean the Convict Wardens? They fled before daylight. Come, my lads, time presses.' They were actually in the hands of the enemy! In a few moments the whole of the Chiefs of the great Police Department were being driven in the rumbling black tumbrils, followed by the Lancers, towards the rebel camp. They looked at each other in sheer despair. 'As for you women,' said Captain Dunquerque, addressing the clerks and constables, 'you can go free. Disperse! Vanish!' He left them staring at each other. Presently a few turned and hurried down the Hill to spread the news. But the greater part followed timidly, but spurred by curiosity, into the Camp. Here, what marvels met their eyes! Men, such as they had never dreamed of, bravely dressed, and bearing themselves with a gallant masterfulness which frightened those who saw it for the first time. Presently a trumpet blew and the men fell in. Then the astonished women saw that wonderful thing, the evolutions of an army. The regiments were drawn up in a great hollow square. At one corner stood the fatal black tumbril with Lady Princetown and her _aides_ sitting dolefully and in amazement. Bands of music stood in the centre. Presently Lord Chester, the Chief, rode in with his Staff, and the bands broke out in triumphal strains. 'Men of England!' he cried, 'our enemies have fled. There is no longer any opposition. We march on London immediately.'