At that moment a chosen party returned who had been round the house to make a reconnaissance.

“Well, well,” inquired the mob, “what can be done now—­where can we get in?”

“In several places.”

“All right; come along then; the place is our own.”

“Stop a minute; they are armed at all points, and we must make an attack on all points, else we may fail.  A party must go round to the front-door, and attempt to beat it in; there are plenty of poles and things that could be used for such a purpose.”

“There is, besides, a garden-door, that opens into the house—­a kind of parlour; a kitchen-door; a window in the flower-garden, and an entrance into a store-room; this place appears strong, and is therefore unguarded.”

“The very point to make an attack.”

“Not quite.”

“Why not?”

“Because it can easily be defended, and rendered useless to us.  We must make an attack upon all places but that, and, while they are being at those points, we can then enter at that place, and then you will find them desert the other places when they see us inside.”

“Hurrah! down with the vampyre!” said the mob, as they listened to this advice, and appreciated the plan.

“Down with the vampyre!”

“Now, then, lads, divide, and make the attack; never mind their guns, they have but very few, and if you rush in upon them, you will soon have the guns yourselves.”

“Hurrah! hurrah!” shouted the mob.

The mob now moved away in different bodies, each strong enough to carry the house.  They seized upon a variety of poles and stones, and then made for the various doors and windows that were pointed out by those who had made the discovery.  Each one of those who had formed the party of observation, formed a leader to the others, and at once proceeded to the post assigned him.

The attack was so sudden and so simultaneous that the servants were unprepared; and though they ran to the doors, and fired away, still they did but little good, for the doors were soon forced open by the enraged rioters, who proceeded in a much more systematic operation, using long heavy pieces of timber which were carried on the shoulders of several men, and driven with the force of battering-rams—­which, in fact, they were—­against the door.

Bang went the battering-ram, crash went the door, and the whole party rushed headlong in, carried forward by their own momentum and fell prostrate, engine and all, into the passage.

“Now, then, we have them,” exclaimed the servants, who began to belabour the whole party with blows, with every weapon they could secure.

Loudly did the fallen men shout for assistance, and but for their fellows who came rushing in behind, they would have had but a sorry time of it.

“Hurrah!” shouted the mob; “the house is our own.”

“Not yet,” shouted the servants.