He broke into a jerky gallop, attended by his self-appointed associates and, considering that the young man was so stout, that the messenger boy considered it unprofessional to hurry, that the shop girl had doubts as to whether sprinting was quite ladylike, and that the two Bohemians were moving at a quicker gait than a shuffle for the first occasion in eleven years, the cavalcade made good time. The hunt was up.Short of throwing his head up and baying, the stout young man behaved exactly as a bloodhound in similar circumstances would have conducted itself. George, protruding from the window like a snail, was entertained by the spectacle of the pursuit. She gave tongue.Īnd what, he inquired suavely, leaning a little further out of the cab, "is eating you, Bill?"Īt this juncture the block in the traffic was relieved, and the cab bowled smartly on for some fifty yards when it was again halted. The shop girl had espied an acquaintance in the crowd. Here he is, guv'nor, said the non-smoking Bohemian."What oh" I've been in the cab all the time, and I should have noticed it.
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