Across the street the attorney, backed up against the wall of the bank, was defending his face with one arm, and with his right hand seeking to grasp a ship that was raining blows upon his face and head.

Someone grasped the whip from behind and wrenched it from the hand of the attorney's assailant, and as the man turned angrily, the two in the window saw that it was Colonel Guthrie.
They heard him cursing those who had taken the ship from him, ending by loudly justifying himself for what he had done to the attorney, and saw the attorney step forward to quell the Colonel's hot words.

The Colonel put up both his hands and shouted, and some from the crowd, grasping the attorney about the waist and arms, as if the feared he was about to attack the older man, hurried him away, speaking soothing words to him.
The Colonel rioted on.

Nothing could have stopped him.

He pulled a copy of the TIMES from his pocket and slapped it with his hand as he abused the attorney for having given T.J.Jones the facts of the article.
He lit it be plainly known, in his anger, that the article called him a giver of graft.