Before Digory had recovered his breath a good many other things began to happen. A second hansom dashed up close behind the first： out of it there jumped a fat man in a frock.coat and a policeman. Then came a third hansom with two more policemen in it. After it came about twenty people （mostly errand boys） on bicycles， all ringing their bells and letting out cheers and cat.calls. Last of all came a crowd of people on foot： all very hot with running， but obviously enjoying themselves. Windows shot up in all the houses of that street and a housemaid or a butler appeared at every front door. They wanted to see the fun.
Meanwhile an old gentleman had begun to struggle shakily out of the ruins of the first hansom. Several people rushed forward to help him； but as one pulled him one way and another another， perhaps he would have got out quite as quickly on his own. Digory guessed that the old gentleman must be Uncle Andrew but you couldn‘t see his face； his tall hat had been bashed down over it.
Digory rushed out and joined the crowd.
