Nedra by George Barr McCutcheon
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"That'll do--that'll do," roared the officer. "I saw the whole thing.
Ye've cracked his head, you dirty cur." Two men were holding the horse's head and other policemen were making their way to the side of their fellow-officer. Evidently something serious had happened. "What's the trouble?" Hugh called out to the officer. "You'll find out soon enough," answered the policeman. "Don't butt in--don't butt in!" "Here, here, now!" exclaimed Mr. Ridgeway. "You've no right to talk like that to--" "Oh, I ain't, eh? Well, we'll see if somebody else has a right. You dudes can't kill people and then get off with talk like that. Not much, my Johnny. You go along, too, an' explain yer hurry to the captain." "But I've got a lady here--" "Tush! tush! Don't chew the rag. Stay in there!" Other officers had dragged the driver from the cab, jostling him roughly to the outer circle of wheels. The man was protesting loudly. Rain had no power to keep a curious crowd from collecting. Hugh, indignant beyond expression, would have leaped to the ground had not a second and superior officer stepped up and raised his hand. "Don't get down, sir," he said with gentle firmness. "I'm afraid you'll |
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