“You stop me at your peril!” said Harry, sternly. “I am an officer of the law!”
“Is that so?” cried one of habitues of the place, jeeringly. “Well, we haven’t any use for you here!”
“He’s a peeler!”
“Throw him out!”
These were the cries which filled the place.
Harry saw that the situation was by no means a pleasant one. He was only one against ten.
All this while Collins was making good his escape. Probably by some rear way.
This angered the young detective exceedingly, and he cried:
“You pack of hounds! You are trying to aid in the escape of that man. You are thwarting justice.”
A jeering roar of laughter followed.