Then one by one the minds of the people scrambled up from the ashes, slowly but surely, only to wonder where lightning would strike next.

Not since the days of the American Revolution had the town experienced such an incessant rush of incident.

The Judgment Day itself, with Gabriel's clarion blasts, could not be expected to surpass this productive hour in thrills.
It was true that old Maude had committed suicide in the calaboose.

She had been placed on a cot in the office of the prison and Dr.Smith had been sent for, immediately after her arrival; but he was making a call in the country.

Bud Long, supported by half a dozen boys armed with Revolutionary muskets, which would not go off unless carried, stood in front of the little jail with its wooden walls and iron bars, guarding the prisoners zealously.