“You born fool,” he said, “why didn’t you strike him when I had him down?”
“I’d have——”
“I suppose it was planning a stratagem you were,” said the sergeant, “instead of striking when you got the chance.”
“I’d have broke his head,” said Constable Cole, “if so be I’d struck him and me in the rage I was in at the time. How would I know but that it might be murder?”
“Serve you right if he broke yours,” said the sergeant.
“Come now,” said Dr. O’Grady, “there’s no use making a fuss. You put up a middling good fight to judge by the look of you, and you ought to be content. None of the rest of us did as much.”
“Is that yourself, doctor?” said the sergeant.
“It is.”
“And, by the holy,” said Constable Cole, “he has Patsy Devlin along with him!”