His lips moved in prayer.
And just then the outer circle of the crowd seemed agitated.

It had surged up nearer the light with the evident intention of hanging the mill-owner on one of the cross pieces of a telegraph pole near by.

The rope had again been thrown over his head.

Philip stood with one arm about Mr.Winter, and with the other hand stretched out in entreaty, when he heard a pistol-shot, then another.

The entire police department had been summoned, and had finally arrived.