Presently one of the crowd near him walked in and took some fish and
cracker without drinking at all; he merely winked at one of the bar-
tenders, who winked at him in return.
A tremendous tide of daring rose in Lemuel's breast. He was just
going to go in and risk the same thing himself, when a voice in the
crowd behind him said, "Hain't you had 'most enough, young feller?
Some the rest of us would like a chance to see now."
Lemuel knew the voice, and turning quickly, he knew the impudent
face it belonged to. He did not mind the laugh raised at his
expense, but launched himself across the intervening spectators, and
tried to seize the scamp who had got his money from him. The scamp
had recognised Lemuel too, and he fell back beyond his grasp, and
then lunged through the crowd, and tore round the corner and up the
street. Lemuel followed as fast as he could. In spite of the
weakness he had felt before, wrath and the sense of wrong lent him
speed, and he was gaining in the chase when he heard a girl's voice,
"There goes one of them now!" and then a man seemed to be calling
after him, "Stop, there!" He turned round, and a policeman, looking
gigantic in his belted blue flannel blouse and his straw helmet,
bore down upon the country boy with his club drawn, and seized him
by the collar.
"You come along," he said.
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