The English officer in command of the party, looking with wonder and reproach upon him, asked if _he_ had the command of the party. "No, sir;--the sheriff, of course;--but if I were in his place, I'd soon disperse the rascals." "Did you ever witness the _effect_ of a fusilade, sir?" inquired the officer. "No, sir," said O'Grady, gruffly; "but I suppose I know pretty well what it is." "For the sake of humanity, sir, I hope you do not, or I am willing to believe you would not talk so lightly of it; but it is singular how much fonder civilians are of urging measures that end in blood, than those whose profession is arms, and who know how disastrous is their use." The police were ordered to advance again and seize the "ringleaders:" they obeyed unwillingly; but being saluted with some stones, their individual wrath was excited, and they advanced to chastise the mob, who again drove them back; and a nearer approach to the soldiers was made by the crowd in the scuffle which ensued. "Now, will you fire?" said O'Grady to the sheriff. The sheriff, who was a miserable coward, was filled with dread at the threatening aspect of the mob, and wished to have his precious person under shelter before hostilities commenced; so, with pallid lips, and his teeth chattering with fear, he exclaimed:-- "No! no! no!--don't fire--don't fire--don't be precipitate: besides, I haven't read the Riot Act." "There's no necessity for firing, I should say," said the captain. "I thought not, captain--I hope not, captain," said the sheriff, who now assumed a humane tone. "Think of the effusion of blood, my dear sir," said he to O'Grady, who was grinning like a fiend all the time--"the sacrifice of human life--I couldn't, sir--I can't, sir--besides, the Riot Act--haven't it about me--must be read, you know, Mister O'Grady." "Not always," said O'Grady, fiercely. "But the inquiry is always very strict after, if it is not, sir--I should not like the effusion of human blood, sir, unless the Riot Act was read, and the thing done regularly,--don't think I care for the d----d rascals a button, sir,--only the regularity, you know; and the effusion of human blood is serious, and the inquiry, too, without the Riot Act. Captain, would you oblige me to fall back a little closer round the court-house, and maintain the freedom of election? Besides, the Riot Act is up-stairs in my desk. The court-house must be protected, you know, and I just want to run up-stairs for the Riot Act; I'll be down again in a moment. Captain, do oblige me--draw your men a _leetle_ closer round the court-house." "I'm in a better position here, sir," said the captain. "I thought you were under my command, sir," said the sheriff. "Under your command to fire, sir, but the choice of position rests with me; and we are stronger where we are; the court-house is completely covered, and while my men are under arms here, you may rely on it the crowd is completely in check without firing a shot."