houted the Sergeant above the uproar. "Don't shoot--we have no
orders! Let him go!"

"Go on!" he said savagely, giving his prisoner a final shake. "We will
come back for you."

There was a loud chorus of derisive cheers. The crowd opened and allowed
the Sergeant and constables to pass out. Taking his place at the saloon
door with Constable Scott, the Sergeant sent Cameron to report and ask
for further orders.

"Ask if we have orders to shoot," said the Sergeant.

Cameron found the Superintendent hardly able to lift his head and made
his report.

"The saloon is filled with men who oppose the arrest, Sir. What are your
orders?"

"My orders are, Bring that man here, and at once!"

"Have we instructions to shoot?"

"Shoot!" cried the Superintendent, lifting himself on his elbow. "Bring
that man if you have to shoot every man in the saloon!"

"Very well, Sir, we will bring him," said Cameron, departing on a run.

At the door of the saloon he found the Sergeant and Constable white hot
under the jeers and taunts of the half drunken gang gathered about them.

"What are the orders, Constable Cameron?" enquired the Sergeant in a
loud voice.

"The orders are, Shoot every man in the saloon if necessary!" shouted
Cameron.

"Revolvers!" commanded the Sergeant. "Constable Cameron, hold the door!
Constable Scott, follow me!"

At the door stood the man named Hep, evidently keeping guard.

"Want in?" he said with a grin.

For answer, Cameron gripped his collar, with one fierce jerk lifted him
clear out of the door to the platform, and then, putting his body into
it, heaved him with a mighty swing far into the crowd below, bringing
two or three men to the ground with the impact of his body.

"Come here, man!" cried Cameron again, seizing a second man who stood
near the door and flinging him clear off the platform after the unlucky
Hep.

Speedily the crowd about the door gave back, and before they were aware
the Sergeant and Constable Scott appeared with big Joe Coyle between
them.

"Take him!" said the Sergeant to Cameron.

Cameron seized him by the collar.

"Come here!" he said, and, clearing the platform in a spring, he brought
his prisoner in a heap with him. "Get up!" he roared at him, jerking him
to his feet as if he had been a child.

"Let him go!" shouted the man with the goatee, named Bill, rushing up.

"Take that, then," said Cameron, giving him a swift half-arm jab on the
jaw, "and I'll come back f