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"'Tain't as if you wuz some pore down-an'-out devil tryin' to beat the cops out of doin' his bit in stir. You're the way-up, high-an'-mighty kind of crook. An' from wot I've read an' heard about you, you never toted fair with nobody yet. There wuz that young feller, wot's his name? the cashier him that wuz tried with you.
I used to go round town licking private citizens and all kinds of unprofessionals just to please myself. I'd lick cops in dark streets and car-conductors and cab-drivers and draymen whenever I could start a row with 'em. It didn't make any difference how big they were, or how much science they had, I got away with 'em.
The lantern blinked outside with its invitation to manifold cheer within. Lights streamed through the window and the half- opened door, and quiet and order reigned. As I stepped to the walk, I found the explanation of the change in the person of a policeman, who stood at the door. "Holy St. Peter! the cops is on!" whispered Broderick.
It wasn't moisting any more it was raining for fair; and we done some ground-and-lofty skidding before we got there. We found the stone wall all right and the slope leading up to the woods; but, my Lord, there was a good half mile of it! We strung out four cops and my driver and me hundreds of yards apart and all yelling, so maybe the poor lost things would hear us.
We had not only the regular police the "cops" to contend with, but we believed that old man Clark employed private watchmen and even descended to the mean habit of sneaking about the Field himself, peering through the close palings to snare us.
Those cops are not such dummies as we think they are sometimes. That fellow's a dangerous man." Clemm pondered for a moment. Jimmie was surprised, for the manager of the "Mercantile Agency" was noted for his rapid-fire methods. The Monk knew that something of great importance must be afoot to cause this delay.
Yollop: I know a girl that would be tickled to death to have these things to splash around in. She's a peach of a say, I believe I'll use your telephone again. I'll call her up and see how she feels about it. If she says she'd like to have 'em, I'll make my getaway before the cops " "You will find the telephone directory hanging on the end of the desk, Cassius," said Mr. Yollop graciously.
"Here come the cops, now." However, it was Ben Rainsford's airjeep, with a zebralope carcass lashed along one side. It circled the Kellogg camp and then let down quickly; Rainsford jumped out as soon as it was grounded, his pistol drawn. "What happened, Jack?" he asked, then glanced around, from Goldilocks to Kellogg to Borch to the pistol beside Borch's body. "I get it.
She don't deny that maybe I'm kind of a suspicious-lookin' character, and says it ain't been explained what I was doin' in there holdin' little Hadley on the rug; but she don't want to ring up the cops unless it's a clear case. "You know, my dear," she winds up with, "Hadley is quite apt to get into trouble." "Zenobia Preble!" snorts Sally, her eyes blazin'. "And he your own flesh and blood!
He was always light of foot, but this time he seemed to have no tread at all. "Still here," was his comforting assurance. "Both?" I whispered back. "Both." "Any one else?" "No. A boy drove away the buggy and has not come back. Sawbones keeps no girl." "Is the child quiet? Has there been no alarm?" "Not a breath." "No cops in the neighborhood? No spies around?" "Not one. We've got it all this time.
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