Under orders, the story of a young reporter . frequent halts, while anothersquad of policemen cleared a passage for it throughthe crowd. Every now and then a paving-stonecrashed through a window or splintered the wood-work of the car. A throns: of reckless men suro-edalongside of it, trying in every way they could thinkof to impede its progress. The company haddeclared this car should go through. The strikersdeclared it should not. They tried to lift it fromthe rails, to overturn it, to drag the driver from hisplatform, to kill the horses, or in some other way tostop that car. By a steady use
Under orders, the story of a young reporter . frequent halts, while anothersquad of policemen cleared a passage for it throughthe crowd. Every now and then a paving-stonecrashed through a window or splintered the wood-work of the car. A throns: of reckless men suro-edalongside of it, trying in every way they could thinkof to impede its progress. The company haddeclared this car should go through. The strikersdeclared it should not. They tried to lift it fromthe rails, to overturn it, to drag the driver from hisplatform, to kill the horses, or in some other way tostop that car. By a steady use of their long, powerful night-clubs, the police who guarded the car had thus farkept the mob at bay, and prevented them fromaccomplishing their purpose. Through this angry throng Myles now began tomake his way, for he had been sent to ride withthose policemen, and he was determined to do so ifit were a possible thing. At first he had compara-tively little trouble ; but as he approached the thickof the crowd he was obliged to push so roughly,. THE KIND OF A FELLOW BILLINGS WAS. 69 and make sucli decided efforts to get ahead, as todraw attention upon himself. At first he was only-shoved, and his way was purposely blocked. Thenthe looks of those about him began to grow blackand threatening. A hoarse voice shouted the omi-nous word, spotter. The cry was taken up andrepeated by a hundred throats. Then Myles receiveda savage blow from behind. The crowd had recog-nized that he was not of them, and blindly arguedthat he must therefore be asrainst them. The situa-tion was a critical one, and Myles realized it. He was now hemmed in so closely on all sidesthat to retreat would be impossible even had hethought of such a thing, but he did not. His oneidea was still to get to the car, and under a showerof blows, that he warded to the best of his ability,or bore unflinchingly, he struggled forward. All ofhis strength, pluck, and skill, however, could notsave him, and Avithin two minutes he wa
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