"Clear out, ye bloody divils!" cried Sally, who did not count timidity among her foibles; "wud ye kape a woman from goin' to her husband, a-dyin' beloikes?"
"Oh, let us pass," said Merwyn, in a loud tone. "A cop knocked her husband on the head, and we are taking her to him."
"Och! ye are roight, me mon. We'll let onybody pass who spakes in her swate brogue;" and the crowd parted.
Reaching the hospital, Sally rushed into the office with the breathless demand, "Where's Barney?"
Merwyn recognized the surgeon he had met before, and said: "You know the man I brought a few hours since. This is his wife."
The surgeon looked grave and hesitated.
"What have ye done wid him?" Sally almost screamed. "Are ye no better than the bloody villains in the strates?"
"My good woman," began the surgeon, "you must be more composed and reasonable. We try to save life when there is life—"
"Where is he?" shrieked the woman.
The surgeon, accustomed to similar scenes, nodded to an attendant, and said, gravely, "Show her."