After warming themselves, drinking freely, the Chartists quietly went on their way. Not long after, another group arrived demanding drink. Mr Glazebrook thought it was wise to be civil and be as obliging as possible and in return the Chartists acted the same. Some of them sought refuge at the inn.
'They took me as I was going to chapel' said one 'And I, as I was eating my super' said another. Some hid themselves in the cellar, others in the bedrooms until it was safe to escape and return to their homes.
At six o clock the following morning, Jones the Watchmaker, dressed in a suit of black, walked into the Lower Cock. He asked for a glass of brandy and sat down. Mr Glazebrook approached him and confronted him.
'It appears to me that you are one of the leaders of this Chartist affair; depend upon it if so, you will either be hanged or transported'.
'Do you think so?' asked Jones
'Yes' was the reply 'for this going to Newport is a wrong idea altogether'.
At that point some more men arrived and on seeing Jones exclaimed, while holing a blunderbuss to his ear
'Jones! Damn me if he hasn't turned traitor! You should have been in Newport hours ago! If you don't come at once I'll blow your brains out!'
So Jones jumped up and went. As the gang left one of them grabbed Mr Glazebrook and tried dragging him along with them, only releasing him after his protests that he needed to look after his mother