They were noisy, and Garrison pushed his way through them with difficulty.

As he entered the place of meeting and took his seat among the ladies, twenty had already arrived, the gang of young rowdies recognized him and evinced this by the exclamation: "That's Garrison!" The full significance of the crowd just without the hall did not seem to have occurred to the man whom they had identified.

He did not know that they were the foam blown from the mouth of a great mob at the moment filling the streets in the neighborhood of the building where he sat with such serenity of spirit.

His wife who had followed him from their home saw what Garrison did not see.

The crowd of a hundred had swelled to thousands.