Sounds just like a gas bomb, but no blue smoke this time. Back scrambles the mob and two men lie on the sidewalk. Their blood trickles in a crimson stream away from their bodies. Over it spreads an air of unutterable confusion. The only organization seems to lie in little squads of officers hurrying hither and yon in automobiles.
Sirens keep up a continual screaming in the streets.
You can heard them far away. Now it was 2 o'clock. The street battle had gone on for half an hour. How many were shot, no one knew. Now, it was win or die for the strikers in the next few hours.