here!" He swung his arm around and pointed to the foundry.
"Shall we give them a welcome? What do you say, boys?" Again and more
fiercely than before, more terribly cruel, came the answering roar.

"Here, this is no place for you!" cried Vic. "Let's get out." At his
touch the machine leaped forward, clear of the crowd.

"Annette!" cried Adrien, her hand on Vic's shoulder. "Go and get her!"

Halting the car, Vic leaped from the wheel, ran to where the girls'
squad was halted and caught Annette by the arm.

"Annette," he said, "get your girls away from here quick! Come with us!"

But Annette laughed scornfully at him.

"Go with you? Not I! But," she added in a breathless undertone, "for
God's sake, get your ladies and the baby away. These people won't know
who you are. Move quick!"

"Come with us, Annette!" implored Vic. "If you come, the rest will
follow."

"Go! Go!" cried Annette, pushing him. Already the crowd were tearing the
fence to pieces with their hands, and rocks were beginning to fly.

Failing to move the girl, Vic sprang to the wheel again.

"I will get you away from this, anyway," he said.

"But Annette!" cried Patricia. "We can't leave her!"

But Vic made no reply, and at his touch the machine leaped forward,
and none too soon, for already men were crowding about the car on every
side.

"We are well out of that!" said Vic coolly. "And now I will take you all
home. Hello! They're messing up McGinnis's things a bit," he added, as
the sound of crashing glass came to their ears.

Through the quiet streets the car flew like a hunted thing, and in a
very few minutes they were at the Rectory door.

"No fuss, now, Patricia," said Adrien, "we must not alarm Mamma. All
steady."

"Right you are! Steady it is!" said Patricia springing from the car.
Quietly but swiftly they got the woman and the child indoors.

"Hugh! Rupert!" said Adrien, speaking in a quiet voice. "Vic needs you
out there. That is a wild car of yours, Rupert," she added with a laugh.
"It fairly flies." Gathering in her hands the men's hats and sticks, she
hurried them out of the door.

"Cheerio!" cried Vic. "A lovely war is going on down at the McGinnis
plant. Get in and let us plan a campaign. First, to Police Headquarters,
I suppose." As they flew through the streets Vic gave them in a few
words a picture of the scenes he had just witnessed.

They found the Chief of Police in his office. At their first word he was
on the move.