"An' so they should be glad, sorr, but they won't see it that way. They know the children have been drilled for weeks an' weeks; they know a man on the street corner said the children ought to be shipped away; an' the next day they are told that the children are goin' to be taken into the country, an' they don't believe the children'll ever come back." "Surely they can't be as silly as all that! And what do you suppose they want to do?" "They don't know what they want," the policeman answered, "but it's a bad business when a crowd gathers. Look there now!" Hamilton looked where the man was pointing. On the outskirts of the crowd the boy noted a number of half-grown toughs, hoodlums, and trouble-makers generally. The cries were increasing, and the boy could see that these men were doing all they could to stir up the rest of the crowd. "Where they come from, I don't know," the police officer said, "but any time that there's a little trouble, they'll make it as big as they can." "But the whole thing's so absurd," the boy said. "What do they think they're going to do,--raid the school?" He laughed. The policeman turned on him quickly. "'Tis absurd, as ye say, sorr," he said rebukingly "but there's many a good man been hurt with less cause than this. That crowd's growin' by thousands. Do you slip away, sorr, I'm afraid there's goin' to be trouble." "Not much," Hamilton answered, "now I'm in this far, I'm going to stay and see the fun out." "Well then, sorr," advised the policeman, "ye'd better slip through the school gates. Show your census badge, and the other men at the gate will let ye through." Thanking him, Hamilton walked across the narrow stretch of road between the foremost ranks of the crowd and the little group of policemen gathered in front of the school entrance. As he did so, a bottle came whizzing at his head with deadly aim. Fortunately he had been keeping his head partly turned curiously toward the crowd, and he saw the missile in time to dodge. It missed him and went hurtling on, just passing between two policemen and smashing on the iron bars of the railing. "You nearly got hit that time," said one of the policemen, as Hamilton showed his badge and was let through. "How did you get in with them?" "Just doing my work," the boy answered, "and got carried right along. I was curious at first,--then when I wanted to get out I found I couldn't. I think," he added, a little nervously, for the flying jagged bottle had startled him not a little, "that's the first time I've been in front of a mob." "I wish it was the last I'm likely to be," was the reply, "especially a crowd of women like that. Men you know what to do with." "What do you suppose they'll do?" asked the boy. "Try to rush the school?"