noon
`` Forward , march ! '' rang out the captain 's voice , and a hundred sabers rattled and a hundred horses started , and five hundred terror-stricken men , each forgetful of all but himself , started in a panic to retreat . From the open door of the office , deserted at the first alarm by the guards , the imprisoned officers of the company saw the mob come surging up the street . Before noon the Yellow Jacket was a military camp . The miners were the prisoners , disarmed , a helpless crowd , the larger part already ashamed of having been influenced by such a man as O'Donnell . Before nightfall the men had personally signed an agreement to go to work on the morrow at the old terms , and were allowed to depart to their homes . The saloons were emptied of their liquors and closed until military law should be relaxed , and the ringleaders were on their way to the county jail at Gold City .