“The police are here. Rescue! Rescue!” I shouted with all the strength of my lungs.
A loud roar of angry shouts answered me, and a number of the men breaking from the crowd came pouring toward the house.
The police agents outside darted away like hares.
At the same instant Burski and the others seized me; and after a short, fierce struggle I was dragged back inside and the door was slammed just as the first comers from the mob reached the house.
CHAPTER XXVI
THE TABLES TURNED
THE tables were turned now, and as the mob howled and clamoured and hammered at the door, a braver man than Bremenhof might well have lost his nerve.
He was pale, and trembled, partly with anger, but more with terror, as he stared at me in doubt what I would do next.
The chances of the struggle had left me nearest the door; and as I had retained possession of Burski’s revolver, I had command of the situation.
“You won’t let them in,” he said, as the hammering at the door increased in violence, and the crowd yelled for it to be opened. “They’ll tear us to pieces if you do. For God’s sake.”
“You are willing to keep your word now, I suppose?”