The narrow street and sidewalk in front of them was completely choked with the worst elements of the Rectangle.
"This looks serious," said Maxwell.

With Marsh and Rollin and Dr.
West he started to go forward through a small opening, Virginia, Rachel, and Loreen following close and sheltered by the men, who now realized something of their danger.

The Rectangle was drunk and enraged.

It saw in Marsh and Maxwell two of the leaders in the election contest which had perhaps robbed them of their beloved saloon.
"Down with the aristocrats!" shouted a shrill voice, more like a woman's than a man's.

A shower of mud and stones followed.