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Updated: June 6, 2025
"We are Boy Scouts and fear naught, and we scorn your what-d'you-call it." "Haouw?" called the man. "What's that he's got on?" said Tom, "a merit badge?" "It's a cop's badge," whispered Pee-wee. "Oh, crinkums, we're pinched." The man approached, dripping and breathing heavily, and placed his hands on the combing.
"Ha, that's our new rookie cop's idea!" Tortha Karf chuckled, nodding toward Dalla. "We got Zortan Harn to introduce an urgent-business motion to appoint a committee to investigate BuPsychHyg, this morning. The motion passed, and this is the reaction to it. The Organization's scared.
"Yes," said Mr Watkins, "I thought it rather a good notion when it occurred to me. I expect to begin to-morrow night." "What! You don't mean to paint in the open, by night?" "I do, though." "But how will you see your canvas?" "Have a bloomin' cop's " began Mr Watkins, rising too quickly to the question, and then realising this, bawled to Miss Durgan for another glass of beer.
In his new assurance he reminded me strongly of a man who drove me for a too brief while in my younger days a rare fellow, now doing time, I believe, in the penitentiary. No longer Todd and I needed the traffic cop's "Get on out of there, you corn-sheller!" to push us past the busy intersection of Broad and Main streets.
I heard things in my head and ears that weren't sounding anywhere else. And all of a sudden tramp, tramp, tramp I heard the cop's footsteps. He stopped over there by the swinging electric light above the gate. I crouched down behind the iron bench. And my coat caught a twig on a bush and its crack ck was like a yell. I thought I'd die. I thought I'd scream. I thought I'd run. I thought I'd faint.
"Certainly, sir," replied Cop, dashing up the nearest stairway. "Entrez," replied an even voice to Cop's unusually respectful knock. Then the voice rapidly corrected itself, "Enter, come in," it said in English. "How about prayers?" asked Cop. "Perhaps you're tired and don't care to come?" "I'll go," replied the Indian, and followed noiselessly where Billings led.
The jacket was a bit tight but I didn't button it, and I'd just got a stiff little hat perched on my head when I heard the tramp of men on the sidewalk, and in the dusk saw the cop's buttons at the gate. Caught? Not much. Not yet. I threw open the glass doors and walked out into the garden. "Miss Omar I wonder if it would be Miss Omar?"
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