his friend. They became a flying wedge with the jabbing fists of the
black-haired man for a point--and they sank into the mass of soldiers
like a hot knife into butter, shearing them apart.

There were few who wished more action, for the police reserves were
capturing man after man. One or two resisted, but a revolver fired
straight in the air put a sudden period to such thoughts. The crowd
scattered in all directions and Harrigan was taking to his heels among
the rest when an iron hand caught his shoulder and jerked him to a
halt. It was the black-haired man.

"Easy," he cautioned. He pulled a cap out and settled it upon his head.
Harrigan followed suit with his soft hat.

"Are you after givin' yourself away to the law?" he queried,
bewildered.

"Steady, you fool," said the other; "they're only after the ones who
run away."

An excited Kanaka confronted them with brandished club.

"What's the cause of the disturbance, officer?" asked the big man.

The policeman for answer waved them away and darted after a running
soldier.

"I'll be damned!" murmured Harrigan, and his eyes dwelt on his
companion's face almost tenderly.