The crowd uttered a loud cry, but were too late to stop the sudden movement. One of the men caught hold of the tailboard of the wagon, but a threatening shake from the young machinist's gun made him drop to the ground.
On they went, Farmer Farrell making the horses do their very best.
Suddenly a pistol shot rang out, and Mosey gave a cry of pain.
"Oi'm shot!" he cried, falling backward upon Jack. "They've murdered me, so they have!"
"Where are you hit?" asked the young machinist anxiously.
"In the soide. Oi'm dy--in'----"
Another pistol shot interrupted his speech.
"Gitting kinder hot," cried the farmer. "Let me have the gun. Here, hold the reins," and he gave them to Jack and took the weapon. "We'll see what a dose of buckshot will do."
Bang!
The report was followed by several cries from behind.