"Stop us if you can. Now, stand aside!" commanded the stranger menacingly.
"Let 'em by, men," cried Morrissy. "Don't touch 'em yet. You just leave it to me. I know a way and a good one, too. You just leave it to me."
The angry strikers divided ranks and the strangers entered the shops.
Morrissy directed his steps to McQuade's office, and together they paid a visit to the mayor.
"Look here, Donnelly, did you permit Bennington to swear in deputy police?" asked McQuade.
"Deputy police? Bennington has no deputy police from this place," answered Donnelly hotly.
"Well, all we know is that he has them," snapped Morrissy.
"Then he has gone directly to the governor."
"The governor?"
McQuade and Morrissy looked at each other blankly.