Before he was aware of what was going on, he was surrounded by a group of angry men.

He stood up in surprise to discover its meaning.

"Get out of this coach.

We don't allow niggers in first-class coaches.

Get out at once," said their spokesman.
"Show me your authority to order me out, sir," said Belton firmly.
"We are our own authority, as you will soon find out if you don't get out of here." "I propose," said Belton, "to stay right in this coach as long----" He did not finish the sentence, for rough fingers were clutching his throat.