Yeah of course! Run up!

Elizabeth tried to strike back with the poker, but her captor easily dodged the blow without loosening his grip. He led her somewhere in the direction of the shadow, moved completely silently, and only Crawford desperately stomped, trying to escape from the tenacious hands.

— I hear her! - from the next room came the muffled voice of treacherous sniffers of other people's dresses. - It's not going anywhere!

Now this is no gate! Three against one, one of whom had already grabbed her, it was completely mean. However, what else was to be expected from street garbage. Cornering a lonely girl and having fun...