Could you throw us down a bit of
rope? We've no handcuffs here, and one of us has to go to the lock-up
and the other to Washington street, where there's a woman yelling blue
murder; and hurry up, please, sir."
The gentleman threw down a rope, and in two minutes Jenkins' wrists were
tied together, and he was walked through the gate, saying bad words as
fast as he could to the policeman who was leading him. "Good dogs," said
the other policeman to Jim and me. Then he ran up the street and we
followed him.
As we hurried along Washington street, and came near our house, we saw
lights gleaming through the darkness, and heard people running to and
fro. The nurse's shrieking had alarmed the neighborhood. The Morris boys
were all out in the street only half clad and shivering with cold, and
the Drurys' coachman, with no hat on, and his hair sticking up all over
his head, was running about with a lantern.
The neighbors' houses were all lighted up, and a good many people were
hanging out of their windows and opening their doors, and calling to
each other to know what all this noise meant.
When the policeman appeared with Jim and me at his heels, quite a crowd
gathered around him to hear his part of the story.
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