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Jaggers, with the air of the Grand Inquisitor, appeared on the platform with his head-lad, Rushton. The trainer entered into talk with a man whom Albert informed his mistress was a cop in plain clothes. "Place swarms with 'em," the youth whispered. "And Ikey's Own. They're takin' no chances." In fact, Mocassin and her two stable-companions were travelling on the same train as the Putnam horse.

He wore a dress suit, and could chin the bar twice with one hand. He was one of "Big Mike" O'Sullivan's lieutenants, and was never troubled by trouble. No cop dared to arrest him.

In a twinkling her whole love world had tumbled about her ears, and she listened as the cobbler told her once more the story of the hour she'd been away with Bobbie. "There're two men coming here right now," she said suddenly, getting up. "Lafe, there's Burns, the cop on this beat." "They're wantin' to find out more, I presume," replied Lafe wearily.

The garage man, slowly turning the crank of the gasoline pump, looked at him inquiringly; but the speed cop ignored the look and turned to Casey. "Where'd you get this car?" he demanded, in much the same tone which Smiling Lou had used the night before. "Bought it," Casey told him gruffly. "Where did you buy it?" "Over at Goffs, just this side of Needles." "Got a bill of sale?"

Still, the "cop mit buttons und clubs" did not appear, though Yetta lived in constant terror and expected that every opening of the door would disclose that dread avenger.

And it is so high, that it passeth the clouds. And there is another hill, that is clept Athos, that is so high, that the shadow of him reacheth to Lemne, that is an isle; and it is seventy-six mile between. And above at the cop of the hill is the air so clear, that men may find no wind there, and therefore may no beast live there, so is the air dry.

You should have seen the desk sergeant grow purple in the gills when we shows up in front of the rail the second time. "Say, what do you sports think you're doin', anyway?" he demands. "I'll make a charge of petty larceny and disorderly conduct," says the cop, layin' the evidence on the desk. "Will you, Myers?" says the sergeant sarcastic. "Didn't ask him if he had a receipt, I suppose?

Said she: "I can generally count on about fifteen or twenty for myself. Us girls that has backers make a lot more money than the girls that hasn't. They're always getting pinched too though they're careful never to speak first to a man. We can go right up and brace men with the cops looking on. A cop that'd touch us would get broke unless we got too gay or robbed somebody with a pull.

So he walked back looking about him for the shop, and his heart beat with intolerable impatience. Ah! here was the very shop, and there was the article marked "60 cop." "Of course, it's sixty copecks," he thought, and certainly worth no more." This idea amused him and he laughed. But it was a hysterical laugh; he was feeling terribly oppressed.

"A man on the train this morning said to me, 'Would you care for the morning paper, sister? I said, 'No, thanks, brother, I want to look out of the window and think!" "You meet a lot of fresh guys on trains," commented Mr Brown austerely. "You want to give 'em the cold-storage eye." He turned to Nelly. "Did you go down to Ike, as I told you?" "Yes." "Did you cop?" "Yes.