Part 46 (2/2)

Keith's eyes had become grim and inscrutable, and his mouth had settled into a hard, straight line. Johnny's interest had at first centred in the mob, but after a few curious glances at his companion he transferred it entirely to him, Johnny Fairfax was a judge of men and of crises; and now he was invaded with a great curiosity to see how the one and the other were here to work out. With a determination that would not be gainsaid, Keith thrust himself through the crowd until he had gained an elevated coping. Here he stood watching. Johnny, after a glance at his face, joined him.

Suddenly in the entrance of Dunbar Alley, next the city jail, a compact group of men with drawn pistols appeared. They made their way rapidly to a carriage standing near, jumped in, and the driver whipped up his horses. With a yell of rage the crowd charged down, but recoiled instinctively before the presented pistols. The horses reared and plunged, and before anybody had gathered his wits sufficiently to seize the bridles, the whole equipage had disappeared around the corner of Kearney Street.

”I must say that was well done,” said Johnny.

”North and Charles Duane, with Casey, inside,” commented Keith, as dispa.s.sionately as though reading from a catalogue. ”Billy Mulligan and his deputies outside. That is to be remembered.”

A great mob had surged after the disappearing vehicle, but at least fifty yards in the rear. The remainder were following at a more leisurely pace. Almost immediately the street was empty. Keith climbed slowly down from his coping.

”What do you intend doing?” asked Johnny curiously.

”Nothing yet.”

”But they're getting him away!”

”No,” said Keith, out of his local knowledge. ”They're merely taking him to the county jail; it's stronger.”

They followed the crowd to the wide open s.p.a.ce below the county jail.

The latter was at that period a solidly built one-story building situated atop a low bluff. Below it the marshal had drawn up his officers. They stood coolly at ease. The mob, very excited, vociferated, surged back and forth. North and his men, busily and coolly, but emphatically, were warning them, over and over again, not to approach nearer. A single, concerted rush would have overwhelmed the few defenders; but the rush was not made. Nevertheless, it could not be doubted that this time the temper of the people was very determined.

The excitement was growing with every minute. Cries again took coherence.

”Hang him!” ”Arrest the officers!” ”Good, that's it!” ”Let's take the jail!”

A man burst through the front ranks, clambered up the low bluff on which stood the jail, turned, and attempted to harangue the crowd. He was instantly torn down by the officers. He fought like a wild cat, and the crowd, on the hair trigger as it was, howled and broke forward. But Marshal North, who really handled the situation intelligently, sharply commanded his men to desist, and instantly to release the orator. He knew better than to allow the matter to come to an issue of strength.

Intensely excited, the man shouldered his way through the crowd, and, a.s.sisted by many hands, mounted the balcony of a two-story house.

Thence he began to harangue, but so great was the confusion that he could not be heard.

”Who is he?” ”Who is that man?” voices cried from a dozen points.

George Frank, a hotel keeper, possessed of a great voice, shouted back:

”That is Thomas King--”

An officer seized Frank hastily by the collar. ”Stop or I'll arrest you!” he threatened.

”--brother of James King of William!” bellowed Frank, undaunted.

”Bully for you!” muttered Johnny Fairfax, whose eyes were s.h.i.+ning.

Keith was watching the whole scene from beneath the brim of his hat, his eyes sombre and expressionless. Johnny glanced at him from time to time, but said nothing.

From the balcony Thomas King continued to harangue the crowd. Little of what he said could be heard, but he was at a white heat of excitement, and those nearest him were greatly aroused. An officer made a movement to arrest him, but a hasty message from the sapient North restrained that.

At that moment a great cheer burst out from the lower end of the street. Over the heads of the crowd could be distinguished the glint of file after file of bayonets.

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