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 wrenching his arm free, and dashed over the threshold. Mr. Weech, whiskers and apron flying, galloped through the door at the back, and the constables sprang upon Josh instantly and dragged him into the street. "Wotcher mean?" cried the one who knew him, indignantly, and with a significant glance at the other. "Call that goin' quiet?"

Josh's face was white and staring with rage. "Awright," he grunted through his shut teeth, after a pause. "I'll go quiet now. I ain't got nothin' agin you."