She was sorely pressed! Not three paces behind her trailing white robes, his face convulsed with passion, Fritz Braun leaped along, in a murderous rage, like a tiger in pursuit.

In his right hand gleamed a flashing knife, and as the frantic woman tripped and fell, the brute's arm was raised.
But, throwing himself back into the "gallery position," McNerney tossed his revolver at the point blank.

The heavy crack of the pistol was followed by a yell of rage as the American sprang forward, planting his foot firmly on Fritz Braun's chest.
Atwater had kicked the knife a score of yards away, when Sergeant Breyman thrust his burly form in front of the fallen woman.
But, McNerney was sternly covering the fallen form of Braun with his cocked pistol.

"Move, you dog, and I'll blow your brains out!" he shouted.

"Here, Atwater, get the handcuffs out of my left coat pocket and clap them on this wretch!" There were a half-dozen men now holding down the defiant murderer, whose right arm lay limply at his side.
The second carriage had boldly driven across the lawn, and Leah Einstein leaped lightly to the ground.