The San Francisco call., 1913-10-21
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Copyright. 1913, International News Service,
Continued From Yesterday
Continued From Yesterday

dozen different races in the CITY. and
he knew the necessity for keeping
them calm When he stepped out on
TO the veranda in the graw dawn
} respectful silence greeted him.
These people had grown to look on
the lords of the workings as their
actual ruler; but every seconds de-
lay was making them uglier. and
their quick suspicious were spurring
them on.
He looked them over and saw that
they We're almost without exception
the wives of the workers.
am sorry to have to tell YOU"
he said quietly. in English, that
there has been a small explosion in
the south gallery Something went
wrong with the drilling machine and
1t blew up That is all we know at
present, but IL is not serious"
There was a low murmur from the
crowd as this short speech was
swiftly translated into a half-score
tongues
You mean that's all you want to
teill' cried a woman, shriliy. IT
wanna know bout my husband, Is
any of 'em deadr'
The cry was taken UP on every
hand. Hartman flushed
Don't act like a lot of fools" he
barked angrily. We don't know
any more about it than you do. Prob
ably there are a few hurt-possiblv
some dead, but we Will do everything
we can.
This little show OF temper had a
uuieting influence for time, and the
throng gradually drifted over to the
tunnel entrance. And then Hartman
began to get messages from along
the line that gave him some idea of
the frightful character of the dis
sster and the appalling confusion in
the tunnel But the trains were com
ing out He stopped some of the
lngoing trains as long as he dared,
Tor he knew the swelling mob at the
entrance would recognize the stop
page of the inbound traffic as a bad
sign All Of the tracks were open for
se miles in One of them all the way
BY shooting trains in to the seventh
crossover and bringing them back he
Kept up an appearance of uninter-
rupted activity that was highly re-
assuring.
Every man that dropped of the
outbound trains-the real ones and
the fake ones=were eagerly sur
rounded. but they could tell nothing
the early arrivals. They had been
on their way out when the explosion
occurred-they were working In the
hBt Two hundred miles and knew
nothing but what they had heard
still the crowd waited, staring into
the two dark, round openings of the
TUBES that stared back like two men
acing eyes. And about o'clock came
the first train from the panic district
OF the boring Gray-eyed, wfld-eyed
men hung themselves from the cars
DeIore the train had come to a stop
The tunnel is burning, All helrs
loose. The tunnel is burninew
Inc thousands took up the terrible
cry. and in 10 minutes Tunnel CITY
echoed with it from end to end. Pan
demonium broke loose at the en-
trance. Frantic women dashed hither
and yon, screaming the names
of their husbands and fathers and
sons. Men cursed and shook their
fists and reached for hidden weapons.
Several women tainted and here and
there were bursts of hysterical
laughter. Every man that came off
the train was wedged into the center
of a close packed circle, to which he
told, in broken, tremulous phrases,
the story of the terrible panic. None
knew any of the details of the ex-
plosion.
In the midst of this chaos Harri-
man drove up in his car waving his
hand and shouting. A few hundred
gathered around him, and he bel
lowed at the top of his lungs in a
vain effort to make his words carry.
Cut this out and don't act like
fools.' he howled. Haven't you got
sense enough to know that concrete
and steel can't burn? There has been
a small explosion and q few timbers
at the far end OF the tunnel have
burned and lot OF towards ran and
started all this. The fire will be out
IN a short time and you need not"
A heavy stone struck the door of
the tonneau just below where he
was standing The next instant an
other whizzed past his head. He
crouched down, spoke to the chauf-
feur and the car dashed out the press
and purred down the roadway in a
shower of stones He drove madly
to Allan's house to see IL. by any
chance. Mrs. Allan had received any
thing like a reply to telegram he
had sent as soon as he realized what
the accident might develop in the
way Of complications
A mob is q great beast. 1t is with
out moral courage. Being cowardly
IL is harmless until it is feared. Be
ing primitive it turns to mans prim
ftfve weapon-the stone. This is one
of the reasons that the streets of
modern cities are paved with asphalt.
When the distraught Hartman fed
al the first missile the panic and rage
of the horde of men and women-es-
peciaIly women-which the habit Of
respect for the ruling powers had
held in check broke loose. detach-
ment of a few thousand proceeded
with a rush to the administration
building where they smashed every
window in a dozen seconds A couple
of young engineers appeared at
window above the entrance with a re-
volver in each hand, and this cooled
the desire to enter and seek further
vengeance. Another assistant left his
blue prints long enough to phone to
Toms River for troops, which were
always there in anticipation of just
such an outbreak as seemed now cer-
tain to occur.
Roaring threats and curses the
fragment of the mob returned to the
great seething horde at the tunnel
entrance, wrecking the homes of a
few of "the bosses" on the way.
Allan's chief OF police hastily gath
cred as many of his men as he could
and rushed the mob, but his handful
were scattered by the first volley of
stones, and knowing how heavily
they were outnumbered he was afraid
to give orders to shoot. An unsuc-
cessful attempt to break up mob is
much worse than no attempt at all,