or you again," he added, as the man fell back
into the arms of his friends.

"Forward!" said the Sergeant, falling in with Constable Scott behind
Cameron and facing the crowd with drawn revolvers. The swift fierceness
of the attack seemed to paralyse the senses of the crowd.

"Come on, boys!" yelled the goatee man, bloody and savage with Cameron's
blow. "Don't let the blank blank blank rattle you like a lot of blank
blank chickens. Come on!"

At once rose a roar from eight hundred throats like nothing human in
its sound, and the crowd began to press close upon the Police. But the
revolvers had an ugly appearance to those in front looking into their
little black throats.

"Aw, come on!" yelled a man half drunk, running with a lurch upon the
Sergeant.

"Crack!" went the Sergeant's revolver, and the man dropped with a bullet
through his shoulder.

"Next man," shouted the Sergeant, "I shall kill!"

The crowd gave back and gathered round the wounded man. A stream lay in
the path of the Police, crossed by a little bridge.

"Hurry!" said the Sergeant, "let's make the bridge before they come
again." But before they could make the bridge the crowd had recovered
from their momentary panic and, with wild oaths and yells and
brandishing knives and guns, came on with a rush, led by goatee Bill.

Already the prisoner was half way across the bridge, the Sergeant and
the constable guarding the entrance, when above the din was heard a roar
as of some animal enraged. Looking beyond the Police the crowd beheld
a fearsome sight. It was the Superintendent himself, hatless, and with
uniform in disarray, a sword in one hand, a revolver in the other.
Across the bridge he came like a tornado and, standing at the entrance,
roared,

"Listen to me, you dogs! The first man who sets foot on this bridge I
shall shoot dead, so help me God!"

His towering form, his ferocious appearance and his well-known
reputation for utter fearlessness made the crowd pause and, before they
could make up their minds to attack that resolute little company headed
by their dread commander, the prisoner was safe over the bridge and
well up the hill toward the guard room. Half way up the hill the
Superintendent met Cameron returning from the disposition of his
prisoner.

"There's another man down there, Sir, needs looking after," he said.

"Better let them cool off, Cameron," said the Superintendent.

"I promised I'd go for him, Sir," said Cameron, his fa