man with you," he said, "and bring
up two cars here."

"Come along, Rupert," cried Victor, seizing Stillwell, and together they
darted back to where the cars stood. Mounting one of the cars, Maitland
shouted in a loud voice:

"The Chief of Police wants this street cleared. So get back, please! We
don't wish to hurt anyone. Now, get back!" And lining up level with the
cars, the special constables again began to press forward, using their
axe handles as bayonets and seeking to prod their way through.

High up on a telegraph pole, his foot on one of the climbing spikes, was
a man directing and encouraging the attack. As he drew near, Maitland
discovered this man to be no other than Tony, wildly excited and vastly
enjoying himself.

"Come down, Tony!" he said. "Hurry up!"

"Cheerio, Captain!" shouted Tony. "What about Festubert?"

"Come down, Tony," said Maitland, "and be quick about it!"

"Sorry, can't do it, Captain. I am a fixture here."

Like a cat, Maitland swarmed up the pole and coming to a level with
Tony, struck him swiftly and unexpectedly a single blow. It caught Tony
on the chin. He swung off from the post, hung a moment, then dropped
quietly to the ground. As he fell, a woman's shriek rang out from the
crowd and tearing her way through the line came Annette, who flung
herself upon her brother.

"Here you," said Jack, seizing a couple of men from the crowd, "get this
man in my car. Now, Annette," he continued, "don't make a fuss. Tony
isn't hurt. We'll send him quietly home. Now then, men, let's have no
nonsense," he shouted. "I want this street cleared, and quick!"

As he spoke, a huge man ran out from the crowd and, with an oath, flung
himself at Maitland. But before he came within striking distance, an axe
handle flashed and the man went down like a log.

"Axe handles!" shouted Maitland. "But steady, men!"

Over the heads of the advancing line, the axe handles swung, men
dropping before them at every step. At once the crowd began a hasty
retreat, till the pressure upon the back lines made it impossible for
those in front to escape. From over the heads of the crowd rocks began
to fly. A number of his specials were wounded and for a moment the
advance hung fire. Down through the crowd came a fireman, dragging with
him a hose preparatory to getting into action.

"Hello, there!" called Maitland. The fireman looked up at him. Jack
sprang down to his side. "I want to clear this street," he said. "You