The Salt Lake herald-Republican. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1909-1918, 1909-11-11
CHAPTER XVI.
The Tables Turned.

The tables were turned now, and as
the mob hOwled and clamOred and
hammered at the door, a Drawer mau
than Bremenhof might we'll have lost
his nerve.
He was pale, and trembled, partly
with anger, but more with terror, as
he stared at me in doubt what 1 would
do next.
The chances of the struggle had left
me nearest the door, and as 1 had re-
tanned possession of Burski's revolar
l had command of the situation
You won't let them in he said, as
the hammeTing at the door increased in
violence, and the crowd yelled for it to
l be opened. They'll tear us to pieces if
you do. For Gods sake"
You are willing to keep your word
now, 1 SUPPOSED"
eyes, yes, in everything. Everything, -
he replied eagerly.
Then Burski, who was as cool and
collected as his chief was agitated,
made a move the purpose of which
was to see later. He whispered to his
companions and BremenhOf hurried
back up the staircase and the other man
ran away to the back Of the house.
Now, Mr.. Anstruther, we must face
this out together. What are you going
to do -
Those outside were battering at the
door with a violence that threatened TO
break it down every moment, A heavy
stone was hurled through the small
glass light above it and a loud cheer
greeted the smash.
turned and threw the door open and
| then his object was made plain.
As 1 opened it, he sent up a great
shout.
Help! helpp' he called, in ringing
stentorian tones. Thank God you have
come, friends. The rest of the cursed
police have bolted, but I've kept this
one from escaping. My fellow prisoners
are upstairs"
! It was a clever ruse, and in an in
slant a dozen hands shot out eagerly
| to grab me. I sprang back and Burski
| tried to block my retreat, but I thrust
| him away and reached the stairs.
stop. This is a trick" 1 shouted
THAT is the police agent. am dn
| Englishman. 1t was 1 who fired the
shots just now and called for help"
| A babel VI oaths and confused cries
| halted a moment in hesitation.
Bursh saw the hesitation. He lies
/ like the police dog he is, to save his
skim" he called. Look at the weapon
in his hand. Some of you VIII know
| the police pattern"
A yell of execration followed this Gun
| ming stroke, as the crowd threatened
me.
Il took it from him." I said, but wa!
not believed, and a rush was made a
me again.
To stop this I backed up the narrow
stairway and Ieveled the weapon a
them. Those in front flinched and nun!
back at the sight of it.
do you want any further proof,
cried Burski. rs there any leader o
the Fraternity here? I can soon con
vince him." His cool audacity was won
derful.
A cry was raised for some one, and
pause followed while new conner el
bowed his way to Burski. A shou
greeted his coming, and all eyes wer
upon the two as they interchanged
few words in low tones. What passei
l do not know, probably some secre
sign was given, and it sufficed.
This man is one of us" was the yer
dict. and at the decision a deafenin
yell of rage and curses broke out as tn
mob turned to me again.
police spy. Liar. Dog. Down wit
him."
Hear me-" l shouted, but my vOic
was drowned in the curses OF the moi
Another rush was made at me. to
stopped again by the leveled revolver.
Then the new conner held up his hand
IF you are a friend give up YOU
, weapon.
clear the house of all except yom
self and one or two more and l will.
can convince you"
DO you want to walk into polio
! trap, friend?" asked Burski with
z sheer He had the crowd with hil
now and they echoed the sneer and
laugh.
To Be Continued Tomorrow.