"Moses in der pulrushes!" exclaimed the nasal voice of Solomon Rosenbum, and the Jew sat up in the midst of the wreck. "Dat vas vat I call comin' in lifely, vid der accent on der lifely!" "The dure!" shouted Barney. "They're coming round to get in thot way!" The frightened station agent thrust his head out of an inner office, and said: "The door can be braced. The brace is just behind it." Not a moment was to be lost, for the mob was at the very door, and would be pouring into the station in a moment. Barney sprang for the heavy brace, but he would have been too late if it had not been for the singular Jew. Solomon leaped to his feet, sprang for the door, and planted his foot with terrific force in the stomach of the first man who was trying to enter, hurling that individual back against those immediately behind. "Good-tay!" cried the Jew. "Uf I don'd see you some more, vat vos der tifference!" Slam! The door went to solidly. Bang! The bar went against it, being held in position by heavy cleats on both door and floor. "Holdt der vort!" rasped Solomon, with great satisfaction. "Dot was very well tone. I didn't vant dose beople comin' und drampin' all ofer mine goots. Id vould haf ruint me." The mob beat against the door, howling with baffled rage. "Thot wur a narrow escape, Frankie, me b'y!" said Barney. "That's what it was," admitted Frank, who realized that his chance for life would have been less than one in a thousand if the crowd had burst into the room. "Vell, I don'd sharge nodding vor dat, uf you puy a goot pill uf goots vrom me," said the Jew. "The window!" came from Professor Scotch. "They are about to come through the window!" Crash! Jingle! Jangle! The window was smashed, and the mob was seen swarming toward it. Suddenly, Solomon Rosenbum sprang toward the opening, a revolver in his hand. "Holdt on, mine friendts!" he cried, waving the weapon. "Uf anypody dried to get in py dis vindow, he vill ged shot, vid der accent on der shot!" "Begobs, thot is roight!" shouted Barney Mulloy, as he suddenly produced a "gun," and took his place at Solomon's side. "Kape off, me jools, av ye want ter kape whole skins!" The mob hesitated. Thus it had been baffled at every turn, and the mad heat of the moment was beginning to subside. Still, it could be aroused again in a twinkling. Hank Kildare alone could not have protected his prisoner from the crowd, but he had done all one man could possibly do. Now, of a sudden, he retreated into the station, closing and bolting the door. "That," he said, with a breath of satisfaction, "so fur, everything is all right. An' now it is ter see ef----" He was interrupted by pistol shots outside, and bullets began whistling in at the broken window. With an exclamation of anger, the fearless sheriff flung his massive body into the window, roaring: