“Doctor!” cried Joe indignantly. “Why, we sent for him goin’ on for hour ago.”
“Ho! well: stand aside!”
“What for?”
“Don’t you stand arguin’, or you may get yourself into trouble,” said the constable importantly. “Stand aside!”
“Shan’t!”
“What!” cried the constable, gripping the labourer by the arm.
“Can’t you see what I’m doing? Want the poor young chap to bleed to death?”
“How was I to know?” cried the constable. “Why didn’t you say you were doing it? Why don’t you tie him up?”
“’Cause I wasn’t born a doctor,” grumbled Joey. “Hops is my line—I can tie them up. Thought you pleecemen did that sort of thing.”
The constable coughed.