New-York tribune., 1911-02-26
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR FEBRUARY 20. 1911

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prOvised battering ram str,,cl. ,ho IL
Back they went again. and this t;r,o ~,
door splintered inward with craeb ,nd
Bill Sawyer stepped out to help lvncb Tom
Brooks.
Brother William ran with astor;eb;ro
agility for man of his weight. sl;rted tbs
crowd, and painted up TO his store door 10
| took no time TO unlock il. but nut his h;c
shoulder against it and burst il wide omen
He tumbled round in the darkness for q mo.
ment, seemed TO find what he wanted and
was out in the square again as the vang,,arJ
of the mob, holding Tom Brooks. apnro9cbed
the fiagpole He never paused but sborl-
dered men right and left. Some of them
recognizing IN him townsman. struck and
tired to drag him down; but he was earnest
and reSiStleSs. His bulk and strength were
overwhelming. He fought like a profession
al, his huge arms thrusting. showing and
striking with astonishing uuicknesS and
force. lie fairly moved his way through
his opponents. Suddenly he gained no 10
Brooks, and then something flashed in his
hands. \ pair of guns were there which he
held on the men clinging to the Marshal.
Let go.' he commanded. and they. sir
prScd tor the instant, wavered and at his
threatening advance drew back. Here.
Brother Tom, take thesel' he said. showing
the wicked looking pistols into Toms hands.
] hen he tShed down into his pockets and
pulled out two more
Brothers, he said, addressing the mob
as he shifted round until he and the Marshal
stood back to back, I'm a man Of peace.
Let US have no trouble"
THERE were four oil lamps burning above
where they stood, aCcentuating the light
of the moon and bringing out details as he
stood there, a beruffied but formidable giant
His shirt and undershirt had been torn of
in his progress, exposing his hairy chest and
great bare arms. His white hair shone ike
silver, and drops of perspiration trickled
down his face and over one bruised and
pulled cheek; but his eyes were steady and
calm. He felt that the Marshal at his back
was beginning to regain his breath and to
recover from the blows that had been dealt
him. and went on:
"Iou all know me- YOU know ! am a man
of peace. What does all this mean?'
Its the Quaker storekeeper" men began
TO say TO one another, and some of them
took time % curse him.
He made a plea for the Marshal appar-
entity still hoping TO turn the mob from its
plI DbSts DuJ IL DtStlu 10 W1lJQc ana IWlSl,
and from mere muttering its voice raised TO
angry shouts. Then he tried to talk II
seemed, against time; for he felt the back
against his growing sitter as Tom regained
strength.
Get out of the way or we'll hang you with
him. Sawyer clustered, showing toward
them.
Brother William half turned his head. as
thee all right now, Brother Tom;' he asked
you bet' came the grim response.
"Then look out! We must fight till help
comes.
Suddenly the Quaker stretched his hand
up into the air and fired five shots as fast as
he could pull the trigger, knowing that in the
night this would arouse the last sleeping man
in TOrinda.
"Now we 60. Brother Tom he shouted.
"Thee must walk ahead slowly and | will 60
backward behind thee until we reach place
where we can get our backs against a wall.
The crowd swarmed in toward them, to be
met with pointed guns. Brother William
had thrown the empty one away and pulled
another one from his waistband, and they
began a terrible march across the little square
TO shelterng wall Once Brother William
C-.I p;11 Cqvr-y-a- urlp had gffp-Or1tpl