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Chapter 23

           Theblacksmithsfromaneighboringsmithy,hearingthesoundsofrevelryinthetavernandsupposingittohavebeenbrokeninto,wishedtoforcetheirwayintooandafightintheporchhadresulted.

           Thepublicanwasfightingoneofthesmithsatthedoor,andwhentheworkmencameoutthesmith,wrenchinghimselffreefromthetavernkeeper,fellfacedownwardonthepavement.

           Anothersmithtriedtoenterthedoorway,pressingagainstthepublicanwithhischest.

           Theladwiththeturned-upsleevegavethesmithablowinthefaceandcriedwildly:“They’refightingus,lads!”

           Atthatmomentthefirstsmithgotupand,scratchinghisbruisedfacetomakeitbleed,shoutedinatearfulvoice:“Police!Murder!...They’vekilledaman,lads!”

           “Oh,graciousme,amanbeatentodeath—killed!...”screamedawomancomingoutofagatecloseby.

           Acrowdgatheredroundthebloodstainedsmith.

           “Haven’tyourobbedpeopleenough—takingtheirlastshirts?”saidavoiceaddressingthepublican.“Whathaveyoukilledamanfor,youthief?”

           Thetalllad,standingintheporch,turnedhisblearedeyesfromthepublicantothesmithandbackagainasifconsideringwhomheoughttofightnow.

           “Murderer!”heshoutedsuddenlytothepublican.“Bindhim,lads!”

           “Idaresayyouwouldliketobindme!”shoutedthepublican,pushingawaythemenadvancingonhim,andsnatchinghiscapfromhisheadheflungitontheground.

           Asifthisactionhadsomemysteriousandmenacingsignificance,theworkmensurroundingthepublicanpausedinindecision.

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