[Broderick's commanding figure was seen rushing hither and thither.... "You and two others. Blow up or pull down that building," he indicated a sprawling, ramshackle structure.]

[There sat the redoubtable captain, all the ... austerity of his West Point manner melted in the indignity of sneezes and wheezes.... "Money! God Almighty! Sherman, there's not a loose dollar in town".]

["Draw and defend yourself," he said loudly. He shut his eyes and a little puff of smoke seemed to spring from the end of his fingers, followed ... by a sharp report.]

[In front of the building on a high platform, two men stood.... A half-suppressed roar went up from the throng.]

[Terry, who had taken careful aim, now fired. Broderick staggered, recovered himself. Slowly he sank to one knee.]

[The concourse broke into applause. Then it was hysteria, pandemonium. Fifty thousand knew their city was safe for Anti-Slavery.]

[Half a thousand jobless workers, armed and reckless, marched toward the docks. They bore torches.... "A hell-bent crew," said Ellis.]

["My boy ... you're wasting your time as a reporter. Listen," he laid a hand upon Francisco's knee. "I've a job for you.... The new Mayor will need a secretary".]

["Perhaps I shall find me a man--big, strong, impressive--with a mind easily led.... Then I shall train him to be a leader.... I shall furnish the brain".]

["I am going South," Francisco told his son. "I cannot bear this".]