“Stop!” he shouted again, in a tone so startling for energy of command, that the axe was again lowered.
“Are you Americans? Have you mothers and sisters?”
“Yes, but they ain’t black gals!” gibed one of the mob, and set the rest into a roar once again.
“I appeal to you as men—as brothers and fathers, do not murder my poor patient!”
“Who is that noisy fellow?” bellowed a brutal voice below.
“I am a physician! I have nothing to do with this house or its principles; I only beg to be permitted to save my patient!”
“What is your name, I say?” bellowed the hoarse man again. “Out with it! We’ll know you—some of us!”
The name was mentioned. There was a momentary pause, and a low murmur ran through the crowd; then shout after shout of applauding huzzas.
“We know you!”
“Just like him!”