"Ye arre arristid in the name of the Law!" a gruff voice was saying.
"Move on, move on, move on."

"One moment, Officer," a second voice interrupted. "Imprison these
young persons, if you are so disposed, but pray allow me first my
little opportunity to practise on them. This young lady--ahem! We will
begin by extracting that large molar on the upper left-hand side, we
will then have out two or three--"

"Ugh--ugh!" A series of hoarse grunts, and what had been sitting on
Rudolf rose up and rushed at the last speaker. "No, no! Big Chief
first! Big Chief Thunder-snorer take two fine scalp--ha! ha!"

There was a confused sound of struggling and voices arguing, and in
another moment Ann was relieved of her burden which, with a mighty
moo, got up and joined the others. Ann sat up and clung to Rudolf,
while the Knight-mare who was standing close beside her, laid a
protecting hand upon her shoulder. When she saw what had been holding
her down, she gave a little shriek. It was a small spotted cow in a
red flannel petticoat. She wore stout button boots on her hind feet,
and she now reared herself upon these to flourish two angry hoofs
over the sleek head of a little man in a white linen coat who held a
tiny mirror in one hand and a pair of pincers in the other. Ann took a
great dislike to this little man at once, and felt more afraid of him
than of the Cow or of the handsome Indian Chief in full
war-paint--feather head-dress and all--who was brandishing his
tomahawk, sometimes in the face of the Little Dentist, again under the
turned-up nose of a large fat Policeman who stood with folded arms,
the only calm member of that much-excited group.