In the rear of the public room was, first, a long dining-hall common to such places, and then the kitchen. All were very plainly furnished. At the end of the lot was the bank of the river. Upstairs, in the front part of the house, was one spacious, well-lighted apartment, carpeted and decently stocked with furniture, in which meetings were held, and it was lighted, by day, with four windows. Back of this were bedrooms. On the garret floor were also a number of sleeping apartments. The business of the writer is with the assembly room, where the conspirators congregated. There, at half-past ten in the forenoon, seated around a large table, were John Kehoe, County Delegate of Schuylkill; Chris Donnelly, of Mt. Laffee, County Treasurer; Wm. Gavin, of Big Mine Run, County Secretary; John Donahue, _alias_ “Yellow Jack,” Bodymaster of Tuscarora; Dennis F. Canning, County Delegate of Northumberland, residing at Locust Gap; Wm. Gomerly, Bodymaster of St. Nicholas; James Roarty, Bodymaster at Coaldale; Mike O’Brien, Bodymaster at Mahanoy City, with his Secretary, Francis McHugh, and James McKenna, representing Shenandoah Division, and also acting as my detective. In the bar below there were other Mollies, and with them James Kerrigan, Bodymaster of Tamaqua Division. Kehoe sat in the place of authority, made the opening prayer, and organized the meeting. He then delivered a brief speech, saying that he supposed all were acquainted with the object of the convention, and without further explanation, appointed a committee of two to bring Dan Dougherty before the meeting. This was done, and Dan came in. He was a well-favored young Irishman, with dark hair and mustache, eyes of the same color, nose straight, face rather full, and cheeks red and healthful, despite the wounds he had received from Major, and the dread he appeared to be in of the relatives of the deceased Chief Burgess, and of Bully Bill. Dougherty was a miner by occupation, dressed well, and had the reputation of being ordinarily a sober man. Of about medium height and weight, his physical status did honor to his twenty-four years. [Illustration: “Dan., show us your coat,” said Kehoe.] “Dan, show us your coat,” said Kehoe. Dougherty obeyed, and, removing the garment, exhibited bullet-holes perforating the cloth in two or three places. “Who do ye think did it?” queried the County Delegate. “I belave it was Jesse Major, but I couldn’t swear to him on the book!” “Didn’t the police try to catch him?” “No! An’ there was an officer not four yards from the man at the time! I axed him why. ‘Sure, and I’d be shot down in me tracks if I raised a hand,’ said he, an’ he went off about his business as if nothin’ had happened!” This caused a buzz, evidently of anger, to pass around the table. “What men do ye think are at the head of all the late troubles in this city?” asked Kehoe, who had remained standing from the time that Dougherty entered the apartment.