“What’s this you say? Don’t you dare interfere with an officer, young man, or in you go!”
“I am not interfering, sir.”
“You are, but you’d better not.”
“I am just trying to explain. That fellow there, picking himself up from the ground, kicked the old apple woman’s wagon into the air. See, she’s just crawling out from under it now. I should not be surprised if she were hurt. Pretty much all her wares are spoiled, as you can see for yourself.”
“He did——”
“My friend Sam punched the fellow, but the man deserved it. I should have done it myself if he had not, though I am sure I could not have done so thorough a job.”
“You—you say the stoker there kicked the old woman’s cart over?” questioned the policeman.
“Yes, sir.”
“And your friend handed him one for it?”
“Two of them.”