President Marsh, with his erect, commanding figure, was conspicuous in the little company.
"How has the election gone?
It is too early to know the result yet, isn't it ?" He asked the question aloud, and a man answered: "They say second and third wards have gone almost solid for no-license.

If that is so, the whiskey men have been beaten." "Thank God! I hope it is true!" exclaimed Maxwell.

"Marsh, we are in danger here.

Do you realize our situation?
We ought to get the ladies to a place of safety." "That is true," said Marsh gravely.

At that moment a shower of stones and other missiles fell over them.