Coming to the main street of the village, Hal saw the crowd in front of the office. One glance told him that something had happened. Men were running this way and that, gesticulating, shouting. Some were coming in his direction, and when they saw him they began to yell to him. The first to reach him was Klowoski, the little Pole, breathless; gasping with excitement. “They fire our committee!” “Fire them?” “Fire ’em out! Down canyon!” The little man was waving his arms in wild gestures; his eyes seemed about to start out of his head. “Take ’em off! Whole bunch fellers--gunmen! People see them--come out back door. Got ever’body’s arm tied. Gunmen fellers hold ’em, don’t let ’em holler, can’t do nothin’! Got them cars waitin’--what you call?--” “Automobiles?” “Sure, got three! Put ever’body in, quick like that--they go down road like wind! Go down canyon, all gone! They bust our strike!” And the little Pole’s voice ended in a howl of despair. “No, they won’t bust our strike!” exclaimed Hal. “Not yet!” Suddenly he was reminded of the fact that his brother had followed him--puffing hard, for the run had been strenuous. He caught Hal by the arm, exclaiming, “Keep out of this, I tell you!” Thus while Hal was questioning Klowoski, he was struggling half-unconsciously, to free himself from his brother’s grasp. Suddenly the matter was forced to an issue, for the little Polack emitted a cry like an angry cat, and went at Edward with fingers outstretched like claws. Hal’s dignified brother would have had to part with his dignity, if Hal had not caught Klowoski’s onrush with his other arm. “Let him alone!” he said. “It’s my brother!” Whereupon the little man fell back and stood watching in bewilderment. Hal saw Androkulos running to him. The Greek boy had been in the street back of the office, and had seen the committee carried off; nine people had been taken--Wauchope, Tim Rafferty, and Mary Burke, Marcelli, Zammakis and Rusick, and three others who had served as interpreters on the night before. It had all been done so quickly that the crowd had scarcely realised what was happening. Now, having grasped the meaning of it, the men were beside themselves with rage. They shook their fists, shouting defiance to a group of officials and guards who were visible upon the porch of the office-building. There was a clamour of shouts for revenge. Hal could see instantly the dangers of the situation; he was like a man watching the burning fuse of a bomb. Now, if ever, this polyglot horde must have leadership--wise and cool and resourceful leadership. The crowd, discovering his presence, surged down upon him like a wave. They gathered round him, howling. They had lost the rest of their committee, but they still had Joe Smith. Joe Smith! Hurrah for Joe! Let the gunmen take him, if they could! They waved their caps, they tried to lift him upon their shoulders, so that all could see him.