e little
byway led them out into the market place. It was lighted with the
electric light, and tonight the light was concentrated at one end, the
end at which stood the Town Hall. Instinctively Donovan's eyes were
turned at once toward that brightest point and also toward the sound,
the subdued roar of the multitude which they had heard on their way.
There was another sound, too a man's ringing voice, a stentorian voice
which reached them clearly even at that distance. Raeburn stood alone,
facing an angry, tumultuous throng, with his back to the closed door
of the building and his tawny eyes scanning the mass of hostile faces
below.

"Every Englishman has a right to freedom of speech. You shall not rob me
or any other man of a right. I have fought for this all my life, and I
will fight as long as I've breath."

"That shall not be long!" shouted another speaker. "Forward, brothers!
Down with the infidel! Vengeance, vengeance."

The haggard, wild-looking man who had addressed Raeburn the day before
at Greyshot now sprang forward; there was a surging movement in the
crowd like wind in a corn field. Donovan and Erica, hurrying forward,
saw Raeburn surrounded on every side, forced away from the door, and
at length half stunned by a heavy blow from the fanatical leader; then,
taken thus at a disadvantage, he was pushed backward. They saw him fall
heavily down the stone steps.

With a low cry Erica rushed toward him, breaking away from Donovan and
forcing a way through that rough crowd as if by magic. Donovan, though
so much taller and stronger, was longer in reaching the foot of the
steps, and when at length he had pushed his way through the thickest
part of the throng he was hindered for the haggard-looking man who
had been the ringleader in the assault ran into his very arms. He was
evidently struck with horror at the result of his mad enterprise and now
meditated flight. But Donovan stopped him.

"You must come with me, my friend," he exclaimed, seizing the fanatic by
the collar.

Nor did he pause till he had handed him over to a policeman. Then once
more he forced a passage through the hushed crowd and at last reached
the foot of the steps. He found Erica on the ground with her father's
head raised on her knees. He was perfectly unconscious, but it seemed
as if his spirit and energy had been transmitted to his child. Erica
was giving orders so clearly and authoritatively that Donovan could only
marvel at her stren