"Votes for Women!"
Again it rang.
"Votes for..." the voice choked on the word.
McTaggart went fighting mad. He was in the thick of it, charging through, giving and taking blow for blow. Men and women scattered before him.
"Jill! ... Jill!" It was a war cry.
High above them on the platform a puppet of Government waved his arms like an excited marionette, in a shrill voice, urging more "moderation"!
Just as McTaggart reached Jill's side a burly miner caught the girl by the frail collar of her blouse. The thin stuff ripped down to her waist.
"Out you go, you —— ——!" But the last foul word went down his throat under McTaggart's clenched fist, and the man fell back, stunned and bleeding.
"Now—Jill—get behind—quick! Hold onto my coat."
He heard her breathless "Peter!—You!" as they started the perilous retreat.