“The orders are, Shoot every man in the saloon if necessary!” shouted Cameron.
“Revolvers!” commanded the Sergeant. “Constable Cameron, hold the door! Constable Scott, follow me!”
At the door stood the man named Hep, evidently keeping guard.
“Want in?” he said with a grin.
For answer, Cameron gripped his collar, with one fierce jerk lifted him clear out of the door to the platform, and then, putting his body into it, heaved him with a mighty swing far into the crowd below, bringing two or three men to the ground with the impact of his body.
“Come here, man!” cried Cameron again, seizing a second man who stood near the door and flinging him clear off the platform after the unlucky Hep.
Speedily the crowd about the door gave back, and before they were aware the Sergeant and Constable Scott appeared with big Joe Coyle between them.
“Take him!” said the Sergeant to Cameron.
Cameron seized him by the collar.
“Come here!” he said, and, clearing the platform in a spring, he brought his prisoner in a heap with him. “Get up!” he roared at him, jerking him to his feet as if he had been a child.