There was a loud chorus of derisive cheers. The crowd opened and allowed the Sergeant and constables to pass out. Taking his place at the saloon door with Constable Scott, the Sergeant sent Cameron to report and ask for further orders.
“Ask if we have orders to shoot,” said the Sergeant.
Cameron found the Superintendent hardly able to lift his head and made his report.
“The saloon is filled with men who oppose the arrest, Sir. What are your orders?”
“My orders are, Bring that man here, and at once!”
“Have we instructions to shoot?”
“Shoot!” cried the Superintendent, lifting himself on his elbow. “Bring that man if you have to shoot every man in the saloon!”
“Very well, Sir, we will bring him,” said Cameron, departing on a run.
At the door of the saloon he found the Sergeant and Constable white hot under the jeers and taunts of the half drunken gang gathered about them.
“What are the orders, Constable Cameron?” enquired the Sergeant in a loud voice.