One of the heavy beer-glasses had smashed the bottom of one of the lamps, the oil had ignited, and there came an explosion, followed by the burning oil being scattered in every direction.
Instantly ensued a scene of confusion and consternation.
The oil had set fire to the clothing of several persons, and they cursed and screamed and shouted, as they wildly strove to smother the flames.
Now was my opportunity.
Toward the door I made my way through the surging and excited crowd, some of whom were madly grasping at each other, thinking they were laying hold on me.
By the fluttering blaze of the burning, oil-soaked clothing of the persons on fire, I saw which way to go; and I had nearly reached the door, when some one cried:
"Be careful, boys! Look out for the door; don't let him escape!"
I made a bolt for the door, and reached it just after another person had done so.
I up with my clenched fist and toppled him over, and then dashed into the street and took to my heels, and did not halt until I was a block from the place.
This was not caused by fear, for I could easily have summoned half a dozen policemen to my assistance.