Arthur Conan Doyle,
Micah Clarke — Chapter XXVIII
(1889)
“ The riot had now changed into open mutiny among these marshmen and miners. Pikes, scythes, and knives glimmered through the dim light, while their wild cries re-echoed from the high arched roof like the howling of a pack of wolves. 'Go forward, my brothers,' cried the fanatic preacher, who had been the cause of the outbreak--'go forward against them! What though they be in high places! There is One who is higher than they. Shall we shrink from His work because of a naked sword? Shall we suffer the Prelatist altar to be preserved by these sons of Amalek? ”
