"Stop! Stop!"
Helen and Dorothy raised their eyes simultaneously. It was Mr. Kit-ze. He had pressed to the extreme limit of the line of spectators, and with his hat gone, his clothing in wild disorder, his eyes gleaming like two globes of fire, was gesticulating frantically to the magistrate.
CHAPTER XI
"ONE SOUL"
r. Kit-ze continued to gesticulate and to cry out to the magistrate, although those near-by sought to restrain him. He even tried to pass the barrier, but was each time pushed back by the guards.
The magistrate at first appeared not to notice him, but after a while, overcome by his curiosity, he turned his head and called to Mr. Kit-ze: "What do you want, fellow? I'll put you in the cangue[3] if you don't cease that noise."
"A word!" cried Mr. Kit-ze. "A word with you, O most high and exalted!"
The magistrate eyed him a moment nonchalantly. Then he said to a runner: "Bring him here."