Into his dim eyes and pallid face suddenly sprang life; fear and hate struggling to find expression in the look he fixed upon the stranger.

With a tremendous effort he raised his hand, and pointing to the stranger with a long, dirty finger, he gasped, "Arrest--he murder--" and fell back again unconscious.
Even as he spoke there was a quick movement.

The lantern was dashed to the ground, the room plunged into darkness and before the Sergeant knew what had happened, the stranger had shaken himself free from his grasp, torn open the door and fled.
With a mighty oath, the Sergeant was after him, but the darkness and the crowd interfered with his progress, and by the time he had reached the door, the man had completely vanished.

At the door stood Murchuk with the ambulance.
"See a man run out here ?" demanded the Sergeant.
"You bet! He run like buck deer." "Why didn't you stop him ?" cried the Sergeant.
"Stop him!" replied the astonished Murchuk, "would you stop a mad crazy bull?
No, no, not me." "Get that man inside to the hospital then.

He won't hurt you," exclaimed the Sergeant in wrathful contempt.