"Me want 'm pay white Mary bang 'm head b'long Gogoomy." "I'll come down there and bang 'm head b'long you," Sheldon replied, leaning toward the railing as if about to leap over.
An angry murmur arose, and the blacks surged restlessly.

The muzzles of many guns were rising from the hips.

Joan was pressing the lighted end of the cigarette to the fuse.

A Snider went off with the roar of a bomb- gun, and Sheldon heard a pane of window-glass crash behind him.

At the same moment Joan flung the dynamite, the fuse hissing and spluttering, into the thick of the blacks.