The liquor-seller rushed into the street, and shouted aloud for help.

The cry rang along the dark, still houses, and startled the drowsy, reluctant watchmen on their rounds.

They sprang their rattles.
"Murder! murder!" was the cry, which did not disturb the neighbors, who were heavy sleepers, and accustomed to noise and fighting.
"Murder! murder!" It rang nearer and nearer as the watchmen hastened toward the corner.

They found the little man standing at his door, bareheaded, and shouting, "My God! my God! they've killed a man--they've killed a man!" "Stop your noise, and let us in.

What is it ?" The little man pointed back into his dim shop.