rithed desperately a moment
and then the tall man shifted one powerful, sinewy hand to Heinrich's
throat.

The binoculars brought the thing so near to Cleggett that it seemed as
if he could touch the contorted faces; he could see the tall man's neck
muscles work as if that person were panting; he could see the signs of
suffocation in Heinrich's countenance. The fact that he saw so plainly
and yet could hear no sound of the struggle somehow added to its horror.

All at once the tall man put his knee upon the other's chest, and flung
his weight upon Heinrich with a vehement spring. Then he tumbled
Heinrich out of the window onto the roof of the verandah.

He stepped out of the window himself, picked Heinrich up with an ease
that testified to his immense strength, and flung him over the edge of
the verandah onto the ground. A few moments later a couple of men ran
out from Morris's, busied themselves about reviving the fellow, and
helped him into the house. If Heinrich was not badly injured,
certainly all the fight had been taken out of him for one day.

With Heinrich thus disposed of, the tall man turned composedly to the
task of putting out the American flag again. Through the glass
Cleggett perceived that his face was twisted by a peculiar smile; a
smile of joyous malevolence.

"A bad man to cross, that tall man," said Cleggett, musingly. And
indeed, his violence with Heinrich had seemed out of all proportion to
the apparent grounds of the quarrel; for it was evident to Cleggett
that Heinrich and the tall man had differed merely about the policy of
displaying the red flag. "A man determined to have his way," mused
Cleggett. "If he and I should meet------" Cleggett did not finish the
sentence in words, but his hand closed over the butt of his revolver.

His musing was interrupted by the noise of an approaching automobile.
Turning, he saw a vehicle, the rather long body of which was covered so
that it resembled a merchant's delivery wagon, coming along the road
from Fairport.

It stopped opposite the Jasper B., and from the seat beside the driver
leaped lightly the most beautiful woman Cleggett had ever seen, and
walked hesitatingly but gracefully towards him.

She was agitated. She was, in fact, sobbing; and a Pomeranian dog
which she carried in her arms was whimpering excitedly as if in
sympathy with its mistress. Cleggett, soul of chivalry that he was,
born cavalier of beauty in distress, removed his ha