'"Go out and bring him in," he cried. "Bring in this Mitchell! It seems he has other things to do,—the blockhead!"
'Two of the men hurried out.
'"He shall not have her," shouted Black Andy. "My knife shall see to that!" And he pressed close to the platform. A great tumult arose, men talked angrily and clinched their fists, voices rose and fell together. "He shall not have her,—Mitchell! Mitchell!"
'"The truth is, each one of you wants her himself," said the Doctor.
'There was a sudden silence, but every man eyed his neighbor jealously. Black Andy stood in front, knife in hand, and kept guard. The Lady had not moved; she was kneeling with her face buried in her hands.
'"I wish to speak to her," said the Doctor, advancing.
'"You shall not," cried Andy, fiercely interposing.
'"You fool! I love her this moment ten thousand times more than you do. But do you suppose I would so much as touch a woman who loved another man?"
'The knife dropped; the Doctor passed on and took his place on the platform by the Lady's side. The tumult began again, for Mitchell was seen coming in the door between his two keepers.
'"Mitchell! Mitchell!" rang angrily through the church.