The lawyer paused long enough to bow deeply in satirical response; then, flourishing the paper, he roared again: "Stop! A mistake! I have news! Stop, I say! Homer has got them!" To make himself heard over that tempestuous advance was a feat; for him, moreover, whose counsels had so lately been derided, to interest the pursuers at such a moment enough to make them listen--to find the word--was a greater; and by the word, and by gestures at once vehemently imperious and imploring, to stop them was still greater; but he did it.
He had come at just the moment before the moment that would have been too late.

They all heard him.

They all knew, too, he was not trying to save the Cross-Roads as a matter of duty, because he had given that up before the mob left Plattville.

Indeed, it was a question if, at the last, he had not tacitly approved; and no one feared indictments for the day's work.

It would do no harm to listen to what he had to say.