He sprawled forward.
Waldhorn's body was no better than a sieve, for he received the fire of the entire squad of riflemen who had approached from the other side, and so many bullets struck him, again and again, that they actually held him up from falling for an instant.
Now the entire street filled.

Foreign or half-foreign laboring folk came out, soldiers and sailor boys came, jabbering in a score of tongues.

None knew the plot of the drama which had been finished now.
All they knew was that the chief engineer had been killed by the guard.
Very well, but who had shot Scout Gage?
Sim Gage, looking up at the sky, felt the great arm of Flaherty, the foreman, under his head.
"Easy now, lad," said the big man.

"Easy.

Lay down a bit, till I have a look.