Finally Pete thrust his fist in my face, and roared out: "By -- -, I ain't a going with ye, and ye can't take me, you -- -- -- -- -- -- " This was "Egypt's" cue.

His long left arm uncoupled like the loosening of the weight of a pile-driver.

It caught Mr.Donnelly under the chin, fairly lifted him from his feet, and dropped him on his back among his followers.

It seemed to me that the predominating expression in his face as he went, over was that of profound wonder as to where that blow could have come from, and why he did not see it in time to dodge or ward it off.
As Pete dropped, the rest of us stepped forward with our clubs, to engage his followers, while "Egypt" and one or two others tied his hands and otherwise secured him.

But his henchmen made no effort to rescue him, and we carried him over to headquarters without molestation.
The work of arresting increased in interest and excitement until it developed into the furore of a hunt, with thousands eagerly engaged in it.