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Jimmie hurried up the street to a certain rendezvous to arrange for a rescue party of some sort. In the meantime Officer 4434 led an unwilling prisoner to the station house, one hand upon the man's right arm. His own right hand gripped his stick firmly. "You make a wiggle and I'm going to give it to you where I got that brick, only harder," said Burke, softly.
He had been on duty over an hour, and even his sturdy young physique was beginning to feel the strain of the Arctic temperature. "I wonder when Maguire is coming to relieve me?" muttered 4434, when suddenly his mind left the subject, as his keen vision descried two struggling figures a few yards down the dark side of Twelfth Street. There was no outcry for help.
And, without knowing it, Officer 4434 echoed the sentiments of a great many of his fellow citizens who are not catering to the votes of foreign-born constituents or making fortunes from the prostitution of workers' brain and brawn.
He swung viciously with his left arm and brought a hard fist across the woman's pleading lips. She screamed and sank back limply. As she did so, Officer 4434 reached forward with a vise-like grip and closed his tense fingers about the back of Jimmie's muscular neck.
"Do you know who I am?" Burke wasted no time, but jumped into the seat, for it was as opportune as though placed there by Providence. Perhaps Providence has more to do with some coincidences than the worldly wise are prone to confess. "I'm Officer 4434 of the Police Department, and you mind my orders." "Well, I'm Reggie Van Nostrand," answered the young man, "and I take orders from no man."
This measure is excellent and ensures the triumph of sans-culotteism." Archives Nationales, F.7, 4434. Moniteur, XXII., 133. All were subject to its laws, and three or four men in it made them. This club and the municipality were one body." Moniteur, XXII. 425. Archives Nationales, AF.,II., 111.
4434 suddenly released his hold on the man's neck, whipped out his revolver and fired it in the air. He would have used the signal for help generally available at such a time, striking the night stick upon the pavement, but the thick snow would have muffled the resonant alarm. "Beat it, Annie, and git de gang!" cried out Jimmie as he scrambled to his feet.
A cry of distress came from the vestibule of Shultberger's front entrance. The lights of the saloon had been suddenly extinguished. "Sure, and that's some monkey business," thought Maguire, as he ran toward the doorway. He pounded on the pavement with his night stick, and the resonant sound stopped Burke's retreat to the station. Officer 4434 wheeled about and ran for the post he had just left.
But the policemen and the firemen of New York City can tell a different story of the value of our alien population of more than two million! In a few days, when an afternoon's relief allowed him the time, Officer 4434 decided to visit the renowned William Trubus. He found the address of that patron of organized philanthropy in the telephone book at the station house.
The Captain looked steadily into the puffy face of the speaker. His steely gray eyes fairly snapped with anger, although his voice was unruffled as he replied, "You'd better tell me all you heard, and who you heard it from." The big man looked at Burke and scowled ominously. It was evident that Officer 4434 was well known to him, although Bobbie had never seen the other in his life.
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