Somebody uttered the cry.
“It is high time!” exclaimed the little man, trying to soothe his agitated whiskers by pulling at them.
“It surely is,” croaked the lank individual, his head bobbing with renewed excitement.
“Madam, the law will give you redress,” bowed the gallant man, again taking off his silk hat and again clapping it on suddenly, as if a breath of cool air on his shining pate had warned him of the exposure he was making.
“Oh, why didn’t the officer stay away a minute longer, so I might have thumped him!” regretfully grunted the fighting man with the misdirected eye.
The policeman came up and forced his way through the crowd, demanding:
“What does this mean? What is happening here?”
“A lady is in trouble,” the bobbing man hastened to explain.
“In serious trouble,” chirped the bewhiskered man.
“She has been insulted,” declared the gallant man.