They shall not subdue the proud
spirit they have succeeded in caging, quite so easily, I will not give
up, I live and have youthful blood in my veins, I will not despair. Despair? No--Hence, fiend!--I am as yet only twenty-four. Ha--ha! Only
twenty-four." CHAPTER XXXI. SHOWS HOW TOBIAS GOT TO LONDON. We will now take a peep at Tobias. On--on--on, like the wind, went the
poor belated boy from the vicinity of that frightful prison-house at
Peckham. Terror was behind him--terror with dishevelled locks was upon
his right hand, and terror shrieking in his ear was upon his left. On--on, he flew like a whirlwind. Alas, poor Tobias, will your young
intellects yet stand these trials? We shall see! Through the deep mud of
the Surrey roads--past pedestrians--past horsemen, and past coaches flew
poor Tobias, on--on. He had but one thought, and that was to place miles
and miles of space between him and Mr. Fogg's establishment. The
perspiration poured down his face--his knees shook under him--his heart
beat as though in some wild pulsation it would burst, but he passed on
until he saw afar off the old Bridge of London. The route to Blackfriars
he had by some chance avoided. Many, who for the last two miles of
Tobias's progress, had seen him, had tried to stop him. They had called
after him, but he had heeded them not. Some fast runners had pursued him
for a short distance, and then given up the chase in despair. He reached
the bridge. "Stop that boy!" cried a man, "he looks mad!" "No--no," shrieked Tobias, "I am not mad! I am not mad!" A man held out his arms to stop him, but Tobias dashed past him like a
flash of lightning, and was off again. "Stop him!" cried twenty voices. "Stop thief!" shouted some who could
not conceive that anybody was to be stopped on any other account. "No, no," gasped Tobias, as he flew onwards--"not mad, not mad!" [Illustration: The Flight Of Tobias From Peckham Mad-House.] His feet failed him. He reeled a few more paces like a drunken man, and
then fell heavily upon some stone steps, where he lay bathed in
perspiration. Blood too gushed from his mouth. A gentleman's horse was
standing at the door, and the man came out to mount him at that moment,
and he saw the rapidly collecting crowd. With the reins of his steed in
his hand, he pushed his way through the mob, saying--

"What is it? what is it?" "A mad boy, sir," said some. "Only look at him. Did you ever see the
like. He looks as if he had run a hundred miles." "Good God!" cried the gentleman. "It is he! It is he!" "Who, sir? who, sir?" "A poor lad that I know, I will take charge of him. My name is Jeffery,
I am Colonel Jeffery. A couple of guineas to any strong man who will
carry him to the nearest surgeon's. Alas! poor boy, what a state is this
to meet him in." It was quite astonishing the numbers of strong men that there were all
of a sudden in the crowd, who were each anxious and willing to earn the
colonel's two guineas. There was danger of a fight arising upon the
subject, when one man, after knocking down two others and threatening
the remainder, stepped up, and lifting Tobias as though he had been an
infant, exclaimed--

"Ale does it! ale does it! Come on, my little 'un." All gave way before the gigantic proportions of no other than our old
friend Big Ben the Beef Eater, who, as chance would have it, was upon
the spot, and who, without a thought of the colonel's two guineas, only
heard that a poor sick boy had to be carried to the nearest medical man. Tobias could not be in better hands than Ben's, for the latter carried
him much more carefully than ever nursemaid carried a child out of sight
of its mother. "Follow me," said Colonel Jeffery, as he saw in the distance a
party-coloured lamp, which hung over a door appertaining to a chemist. "Follow, and I will reward you." "Doesn't want it," said Ben. "It's ale as does it." "What?" "Ale does it. Here you is. Come on." Colonel Jeffery was rather surprised at the droll customer he had picked
up in the street, but provided he carried Tobias in safety, which
by-the-bye he (the colonel) would not have scrupled to do himself, had
he not been encumbered by his horse, it was all one to him, and that he
saw Ben was effectually doing. Tobias had shown some slight symptoms of
vitality before being lifted from the step of the door close to which he
had fallen, but by the time they all reached the chemist's shop, he was
in a complete state of insensibility. Of course the usual crowd that
collects on such occasions followed them, and during the walk the
colonel had time to think, and the result of those thoughts was, that it
would be a most desirable thing to keep the knowledge to himself that
Tobias _was_ Tobias. He had, in order to awe the mob from any
interference with him, announced who he was, but had not announced
Tobias. At least if he had uttered his name, he felt certain that it was
in an interjectional sort of way, and not calculated to awaken any
suspicion. "I will keep it to myself," he thought, "that Tobias is in my
possession, otherwise if such a fact should travel round to Sweeney
Todd, there's no saying to what extent it might put that scoundrel upon
his guard." By the time the colonel had arrived at this conclusion the whole party
had reached the chemist's, and Big Ben walked in with Tobias, and placed
him at once upon the top of a plate-glass counter, which had upon it a
large collection of trumpery scent bottles and wonderful specifics for
everything, through which Tobias went with a crash. "There he is!" said Ben--"ale does it." "Fire! murder! my glass case!" cried the chemist, "Oh, you monster!" "Ale does it. What do you mean, eh?" Big Ben backed a pace or two and went head and shoulders through a glass
case of similar varieties that was against the wall. "Gracious bless the beasteses," said Ben, "is your house made of glass? What do you mean by it, eh? A fellow can't turn round here without going
through something. You ought to be persecuted according to law, that you
ought." Now this learned chemist had in the glass case against which Big Ben had
tumbled a skeleton, which, from the stunning and terrible look it had in
his shop, brought him many customers, and it was against this remnant of
humanity that Big Ben's head met, after going through the glass as a
preparatory step. By some means or another Ben caught his head under the
skeleton's ribs, and the consequence was that out he hooked him from the
glass case, and the first intimation Ben had of anything unusual,
consisted of seeing a pair of bony legs dangling down on each side of
him. So unexpected a phenomenon gave Ben what he called a "blessed
turn," and out he bounced from the shop, carrying the skeleton for all
the world like what is called pick-a-back, for the wires that supplied
the place of cartilages held it erect, and so awful a sight surely was
never seen in the streets of London as Big Ben with a skeleton upon his
back.