I'm going to see if I can't stop them." "Why, White!" "I'll be back in a minute," said White, and went toward the noise.
In a few moments the little Secretary met the mob.

The pen hesitates on the word, for there is a respectable difference, measurable only on the scale of the half century, between a mob and a _charivari_.

Little White lifted his ineffectual voice.

He faced the head of the disorderly column, and cast himself about as if he were made of wood and moved by the jerk of a string.

He rushed to one who seemed, from the size and clatter of his tin pan, to be a leader.