Ingolby saw them coming.
"Go back--go back!" he called to them.
Suddenly a drunken navvy standing on a table in front of and to the left of Ingolby seized a horseshoe hanging on the wall, and flung it with an oath.
It caught Ingolby in the forehead, and he fell to the floor without a sound.
A minute afterwards the bar was empty, save for Osterhaut, Jowett, old Barbazon, and his assistants.
Barbazon and Jowett lifted the motionless figure in their arms, and carried it into a little room.
Then Osterhaut picked up the horseshoe tied with its gay blue ribbons, now stained with blood, and put it in his pocket.
"For luck," he said..