et's closed," said the policeman gruffly.

Selma thrust her head out. "We must get him home----"

"House across the street burning--and probably his house, too," cut in
the policeman. "He's been raising hell--he has. But it's coming home
to him at last. Take him to the hospital."

"Jane," cried Selma, "make this man pass us!"

Jane faced the policeman, explained who she was. He became humbly
civil at once. "I've just told her, ma'am," said he, "that his house
is burning. The mob's gutting the New Day office and setting fire to
everything."

"My house is in the next street," said Colman. "Drive there. Some of
you people get Dr. Charlton--and everything. Get busy. Whip up,
driver. Here, give me the lines!"

Thus, within five minutes, Victor was lying upon a couch in the parlor
of Colman's cottage, and within ten minutes Dr. Charlton was beside him
and was at work. Selma and Jane and Mrs. Colman were in the room. The
others--a steadily increasing crowd--were on the steps outside, in the
front yard, were filling the narrow street. Colman had organized fifty
Leaguers into a guard, to be ready for any emergencies. Over the tops
of the low houses could be seen the vast cloud of smoke from the fire;
the air was heavy with the odors of burning wood; faintly came sounds
of engines, of jubilant drunken shouts.

"A fracture of the skull and of the jaw-bone. Not necessarily
serious," was Dr. Charlton's verdict.

The young man, unconscious, ghastly pale, with his thick hair mussed
about his brow and on the right side clotted with blood, lay breathing
heavily. Ellen Clearwater came in and Mrs. Colman whispered to her the
doctor's cheering statement. She went to Jane and said in an undertone:

"We can go now, Jane. Come on."

Jane seemed not to hear. She was regarding the face of the young man
on the couch.

Ellen touched her arm. "We're intruding on these people," she
whispered. "Let's go. We've done all we can."

Selma did not hear, but she saw and understood.

"Yes--you'd better go, Jane," she said. "Mrs. Colman and I will do
everything that's necessary."

Jane did not heed. She advanced a step nearer the couch. "You are
sure, doctor?" she said, and her voice sounded unnatural.

"Yes, miss----" He glanced at her face. "Yes, Miss Hastings. He'll be
out in less than ten days, as good as ever. It's a very simple affair."

Jane glanced round. "Is there a telephone? I wish to send for Dr.