About two o’clock in the morning the tumult in his own house was renewed and increased; and, driven from their hiding place there, two colored men leaped from a window of the second story, upon a roof beneath it, and with almost superhuman effort, climbed upon that of a higher part of the building, and scarcely less miraculously escaped death by the pistol of their friend Marmor, who mistook them for foes. “For mercy’s sake don’t shoot!” cried one, just in time to arrest a second discharge. The three men lay flat upon the roof to avoid discovery, but the sound of the pistol and the voice had betrayed them, and several of the rioters attempted to follow the young men. Meanwhile the three men slipped down through the scuttle into Lemfield’s house. Obliged to abandon pursuit in that direction, the ruffians re-entered the window, descended to the street, and pouring into the next house, rushed to the stairs. “Vas fur you co up mine shtair? Co town! Ich say, co town!” cried Dan. “Ich been goot freund to _ebery man_, so you shall not break mine tings. You must go vay, mine vamily pe sick up dar, and you will schare mine cronk poy so he co todt!” and pushing past them, he mounted the upper steps, still persisting in his opposition, and obstructing the way. “_Ich no niggah, no’ publican, no notting dat votes’ cainst you. So you co vay!_” “We won’t hurt you, nor your family, Dan, if we find you all right, but, (the reader must imagine the vilest and most profuse epithets and profanity), Louis Marmor is up there, and we _will have him_. He’s a scallawag, and a republican, and is helping the niggers, and we must get him. He has got to die as well as the rest.” “Er nicht dar.” “You’re a lying Jew dog!” “Ich schvare youns, Louis Marmor ist not pout mine blace, _py de beard of Abraham_!” “You swear to that, do you?” asked the leader. “Ich schware! Ich schware!” “B-o-y-s, b-o-y-s,” said old man Baker, staggering from the couch where Mrs. Marmor had shaken him into consciousness, “Boys, oh, come back! come, come, come back! Dan’s a good fellow. I’m quite unwell, quite unwell,” drawled he, “and he has taken care of me and pro—pro—protected me from them —— niggers, and I’ll protect his house and family. Now just come back. Don’t go up there. I’ve been here all night, so far, and hide nor hair o’ Louis Marmor ha’n’t been seen about here. I’ll vouch for _this_ house, and guard it too. So don’t go up.” “If you say so, Mr. Baker, we’ll come back, but we thought he was thar sho’.” “Ha’n’t been about here to-night. I’ve been here and could see, and Dan’s all right.” The ruffians yielded, and the three men, who had been unable to reach the scuttle and escape, were saved; though, confident of a speedy return of their foes, the colored men immediately sought another place of concealment.