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I ain't never had nuthin' but kicks and cuffs and dodgin' perlice afore I got inter this outfit. First off, I thought it was soft here that ye folks was easy, but somehow it warn't. There was somethin' else in the kind o' treatment yer give me that I couldn't git through my haid." The hair of Spike's head was now a bristling flame of red. "You're excited.
"Are you goin'?" "Give me the pistol. Fire it off, if you like." "That you may load it again. You don't catch a weasel asleep," answered Andy, shrewdly. "I've a great mind to make you march into the village, and give you up to the perlice."
The girl staring at her through the railings stopped a minute to laugh, covering both hands over her mouth to smother the sound. "The perlice can go everywheres they want to. I guess some of 'em's in heaven now, spyin' round."
"As I stood there with all the wind knocked out of my sails, the idee of runnin' alongside the perlice-station popped into my head. The perlice was likely to know the latitude of a man like Dan Shackford, who wasn't over an' above respecktible. They did know he had died in the Tombs jail that day twelvemonth. A coincydunce, wasn't it?
You all time talking 'bout you going to be the perlice," scoffed Jimmy. "I'm going to be the perlice myself." "No, you are not," interposed Lina, firmly. "Billy and I are the tallest and we are going to be the guards, and you and Frances must be the prisoners." "Well, I ain't going to play 'thout I can be the boss of the niggers.
Someone struck a match and looked at his face; it was smeared with blood. Then the crowd rendered "first aid" in the street fashion. "Wot's yer name? W'ere d'yer live? 'Ow did it 'appen?" And at each question they shook him vigorously, impatient at his silence. The buzz of voices increased. "W'ere's the perlice?" "Not w'ere they're wanted, you may be sure."
Jane still leading, they made for the exit. But the first loud man rushed chivalrously in. "Perlice!" he cried. "Two bobbies a-coming." "Here!" said the second loud man. "Here, misses. Get on the wheel. They'll never get ye if ye sit in the middle back to back." He jumped on to the wheel himself, and indicated the mathematical centre. Jane took the suggestion in a flash; Audrey was obedient.
"Hello," cried the man on the wagon seeing the child was not hurt, "yer can soak me one if it ain't little Joe! Where'd yer git dem togs, kid? What'r' yer goin' in fer anyhow, baby perlice?" The region in the neighborhood of Joey's waist swelled with pride, and his chubby face bore a look of wounded dignity. "There ain't no perlice about this yere, Bill, it's a sojer I be, see?"
"It's my belief they go 'ome an' sleep it out these cold nights." "Well, I s'pose a p'liceman 'as ter take care of 'imself, like everybody else," said one, and laughed. "It's shameful the way these brutes are allowed to knock men about." "An' the perlice know very well 'oo they are, but they're afraid of their own skins."
People say they pawn everything, and perhaps the beautiful white perlice I bought for 'er ... Oh, I'll never let 'er out of my sight again, never!" "What is your name, my girl?" "Agatha Jones," the girl answered. It was nearly eleven o'clock on Sunday night before they were ready to start on their errand.
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