That it is to be effected by internecine revolution none doubts. The march of carnage is on. Whither will it tend?
A leader of genius is wanted. The plastic emotions of the multitude will yield to his command.
Already the peaceable character of the visitation of the humble to the habitation of the haughty, has changed to one of violence.
O'Neil has been able to create the storm, but he lacks the capacity to direct it. The man of might has stepped forward and has been hailed as chief.
Just as the body of Purdy is to be brought down the terrace the sound of distant cheering is heard. It comes from the direction of the bridge. The men who have hold of the millionaire's body, drop it.
Do the shouts come from the militia?
With ever-increasing magnitude the cheering continues. Whatever the object may be, it is approaching the palace.
A reflex movement in the crowds indicates that danger is upon them.
"It's the Pinkertons!" is the terror-stricken cry that arises.