"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.
"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.
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