"Not a Quaker's! nobody'll get hanged for burning out a Quaker!" "That be true enough," muttered Jael between her teeth. "We must e'en fight, as Mordecai's people fought, hand to hand, until they slew their enemies." "Fight!" repeated John, half to himself, as he stood at the now-closed window, against which more than one blazing torch began to rattle. "Fight with these? What are you doing, Jael?"