old woman--that villanous old virago,
who had caused all the former trouble, and seemed now bent upon
the full accomplishment of her furious purpose. Dancing, howling,
shrieking, she stood close by the door of the hotel, which was
now shut and barred, and shook her fists at the building, and
yelled out curses at those within, and called upon her fellow
citizens to break into the hotel, and seize the sacrilegious and
barbarous foreigners. Frank was a bold boy, but this sight was
too much for him. His heart sank within him, and he involuntarily
shrank back farther out of sight.

Soon the people outside began to throw at the party within something
harder than words. Stones came flying through the open windows,
and one of these missiles came very close to the head of Uncle
Moses. The landlord rushed forward, and closed all the shutters,
and barred them, while the boys gathered around Uncle Moses as
though to protect him from those savage assailants without.

"What shall we do?" asked Frank of the driver.

The driver shrugged his shoulders.

"Can't we drive through them as we did before?"

"Dey have put a guard at de gate. Dey prepare dis time--an not let
us go."

"Isn't there any back way?" asked Frank, once more, of the landlord,
who now rejoined them, after having barred all the windows.

"Dere is; but de people are on de guard."

"Are there no soldiers about--no police? Can't some one go and get
help?"

The landlord shook his head despondingly.

"But there must be some way of getting rid of the mob," said Frank,
impatiently. "Can't you explain that it was all a mistake?"

The landlord sighed.

"I haf try," he said, in a doleful voice. "And dey say I mus put
you out of de house. Dat I can not do--so I sall haf to soffaire.
Listen!" And at that moment the crash of glass below interrupted
him, and formed a striking commentary on his remarks. "Dey vill
break de vindow," said he, "an dey vill try to break de door; but
I haf barricade as well as I can."

"Are we at all safe?" asked Frank.

The landlord shook his head.

"Not mooch. If dey get enrage enough, dey break in, and den"--a
significant shrug ended the sentence.

"Have you any arms--fire-arms?" asked Frank, after a thoughtful
pause.

"I haf a small shot gun."

"Give me that," interrupted Frank.

"But I haf no powdaire," said the landlord.

At this Frank turned away in despair.

"Can't we get to some other room than this?" he asked of the dr