More than a hundred men drew up in front of the frail shelter over which was spread the doubtful aegis of the law.
Fifty men met them.

The lights went out in the house in an instant, and in front of the door there swept a dark and silent cordon.

The leader of the invaders paused, but went straight forward.
"We want that man!" he said.
There was no answer.

The line in front of the door darkened and thickened.

Finally the figure of the young lawyer appeared, and he said calmly, sternly: "You know very well you can't have him." "We don't know nothin' o' the sort.