Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: grievances. A word will fire a crowd of this kind as quickly as a fuse will set off a charge of giant powder. Knowlton watched them closely, out of the corner of his eye. He saw one of the leaders in the discussion stoop down and pick up a large rock. " Hey, Rigas! Drop that, quick!" he shouted. For answer the rock crashed through the glass of the office window. Knowlton waded into the midst of the crowd, and seized Rigas by the collar, almost hurling him off his feet. His rough tactics generally overawed his prisoners, but Rigas had been drinking, and fought. The crowd began to close in. Knowlton dropped his hand to the point where the suspenders joined his belt and whipped out his " automatic." Raising it in the air, he swung it down with all his strength upon Rigas's head. There was a stunning report, and the miner lay upon the ground, with a hole two inches wide through his forehead. The crowd, muttering angry curses, drew back. No one quite dared to leadan attack upon Knowlton, who stood his ground beside the body, his still smoking gun in his hand. The camp doctor came up on the run, having heard the sound of the report. Kneeling beside the body, he gave short and incisive directions. "Valrigo, Peres, Gonzales, and Escallerra; you four carry him over to the hospital!" The four men whom he had designated bent over and clumsily raised the inanimate body. "No, no," said the doctor, "don't let his head hang back. Here, Valencella! Come and hold up his head. That is right. Now slowly with him, boys; easy, don't jolt him!" The doctor walked beside the bearers, his hand on Rigas's heart, which for a wonder was still beating. Behind them fell in a sullen, straggling, pushing procession of the other men, watching the blood drip from Rigas's head. Then Kn...