waggon was locking and blocking and adding to the confusion. The
meat waggons halted. The police were trapped. The roar at the

rear increased as the mob came on to the attack, while the vanguard
of the police charged the obstructing waggons.

"We're in for it," Drummond remarked coolly to Catherine.
"Yes," she nodded, with equal coolness. "What savages they are."

His admiration for her doubled on itself. She was indeed his sort.
He would have been satisfied with her even if she had screamed, and

clung to him, but this - this was magnificent. She sat in that
storm centre as calmly as if it had been no more than a block of

carriages at the opera.
The police were struggling to clear a passage. The driver of the

coal waggon, a big man in shirt sleeves, lighted a pipe and sat
smoking. He glanced down complacently at a captain of police who

was raving and cursing at him, and his only acknowledgment was a
shrug of the shoulders. From the rear arose the rat-rat-tat of

clubs on heads and a pandemonium of cursing, yelling, and shouting.
A violentaccession of noise proclaimed that the mob had broken

through and was dragging a scab from a waggon. The police captain
reinforced from his vanguard, and the mob at the rear was repelled.

Meanwhile, window after window in the high office building on the
right had been opened, and the class-conscious clerks were raining

a shower of office furniture down on the heads of police and scabs.
Waste-baskets, ink-bottles, paper-weights, type-writers - anything

and everything that came to hand was filling the air.
A policeman, under orders from his captain, clambered to the lofty

seat of the coal waggon to arrest the driver. And the driver,
rising leisurely and peacefully to meet him, suddenly crumpled him

in his arms and threw him down on top of the captain. The driver
was a young giant, and when he climbed on his load and poised a

lump of coal in both hands, a policeman, who was just scaling the
waggon from the side, let go and dropped back to earth. The

captain ordered half-a-dozen of his men to take the waggon. The
teamster, scrambling over the load from side to side, beat them

down with huge lumps of coal.
The crowd on the sidewalks and the teamsters on the locked waggons

roared encouragement and their own delight. The motorman, smashing
helmets with his controller bar, was beaten into insensibility and

dragged from his platform. The captain of police, beside himself
at the repulse of his men, led the next assault on the coal waggon.

A score of police were swarming up the tall-sided fortress. But
the teamster multiplied himself. At times there were six or eight

policemen rolling on the pavement and under the waggon. Engaged in
repulsing an attack on the rear end of his fortress, the teamster

turned about to see the captain just in the act of stepping on to
the seat from the front end. He was still in the air and in most

unstable equilibrium, when the teamster hurled a thirty-pound lump
of coal. It caught the captain fairly on the chest, and he went

over backward, striking on a wheeler's back, tumbling on to the
ground, and jamming against the rear wheel of the auto.

Catherine thought he was dead, but he picked himself up and charged
back. She reached out her gloved hand and patted the flank of the

snorting, quivering horse. But Drummond did not notice the action.
He had eyes for nothing save the battle of the coal waggon, while

somewhere in his complicatedpsychology, one Bill Totts was heaving
and straining in an effort to come to life. Drummond believed in

law and order and the maintenance of the established, but this
riotous savage within him would have none of it. Then, if ever,

did Freddie Drummond call upon his iron inhibition to save him.
But it is written that the house divided against itself must fall.

And Freddie Drummond found that he had divided all the will and
force of him with Bill Totts, and between them the entity that

constituted the pair of them was being wrenched in twain.
Freddie Drummond sat in the auto, quite composed, alongside

Catherine Van Vorst; but looking out of Freddie Drummond's eyes was
Bill Totts, and somewhere behind those eyes, battling for the

control of their mutual body, were Freddie Drummond the sane and
conservative sociologist, and Bill Totts, the class-conscious and

bellicose union working man. It was Bill Totts, looking out of
those eyes, who saw the inevitable end of the battle on the coal

waggon. He saw a policeman gain the top of the load, a second, and
a third. They lurched clumsily on the loose footing, but their

long riot-clubs were out and swinging. One blow caught the
teamster on the head. A second he dodged, receiving it on the

shoulder. For him the game was plainly up. He dashed in suddenly,
clutched two policemen in his arms, and hurled himself a prisoner

to the pavement, his hold never relaxing on his two captors.
Catherine Van Vorst was sick and faint at sight of the blood and

brutal fighting. But her qualms were vanquished by the sensational
and most unexpectedhappening that followed. The man beside her

emitted an unearthly and uncultured yell and rose to his feet. She
saw him spring over the front seat, leap to the broad rump of the

wheeler, and from there gain the waggon. His onslaught was like a
whirlwind. Before the bewildered officer on the load could guess

the errand of this conventionally clad but excited-seeming
gentleman, he was the recipient of a punch that arched him back

through the air to the pavement. A kick in the face led an
ascending policeman to follow his example. A rush of three more

gained the top and locked with Bill Totts in a gigantic clinch,
during which his scalp was opened up by a club, and coat, vest, and

half his starched shirt were torn from him. But the three
policemen were flung far and wide, and Bill Totts, raining down

lumps of coal, held the fort.
The captain led gallantly to the attack, but was bowled over by a

chunk of coal that burst on his head in black baptism. The need of
the police was to break the blockade in front before the mob could

break in at the rear, and Bill Totts' need was to hold the waggon
till the mob did break through. So the battle of the coal went on.

The crowd had recognized its champion. "Big" Bill, as usual, had
come to the front, and Catherine Van Vorst was bewildered by the

cries of "Bill! O you Bill!" that arose on every hand. Pat
Morrissey, on his waggon seat, was jumping and screaming in an

ecstasy, "Eat 'em, Bill! Eat 'em! Eat 'em alive!" From the
sidewalk she heard a woman's voice cry out, "Look out, Bill - front

end!" Bill took the warning and with well-directed coal cleared
the front end of the waggon of assailants. Catherine Van Vorst

turned her head and saw on the curb of the sidewalk a woman with
vivid colouring and flashing black eyes who was staring with all

her soul at the man who had been Freddie Drummond a few minutes
before.

The windows of the office building became vociferous with applause.
A fresh shower of office chairs and filing cabinets descended. The

mob had broken through on one side the line of waggons, and was
advancing, each segregated policeman the centre of a fighting

group. The scabs were torn from their seats, the traces of the
horses cut, and the frightened animals put in flight. Many

policemen crawled under the coal waggon for safety, while the loose
horses, with here and there a policeman on their backs or

struggling at their heads to hold them, surged across the sidewalk
opposite the jam and broke into Market Street.

Catherine Van Vorst heard the woman's voice calling in warning.
She was back on the curb again, and crying out -

"Beat it, Bill! Now's your time! Beat it!"
The police for the moment had been swept away. Bill Totts leaped

to the pavement and made his way to the woman on the sidewalk.
Catherine Van Vorst saw her throw her arms around him and kiss him

on the lips; and Catherine Van Vorst watched him curiously as he
went on down the sidewalk, one arm around the woman, both talking

and laughing, and he with a volubility and abandon she could never
have dreamed possible.

The police were back again and clearing the jam while waiting for