“You bet he did!” half a dozen voices cried in chorus. “He’s a holy terror.”
“I’ve got a hole in my leg you could push a chair through,” one of them shouted. “Arrest him!”
The police wagon now backed up to the curb and the boys stepped inside followed by Captain Joe.
“Here!” questioned the man in charge of the wagon, “are you going in with us, off your beat, and are you going to arrest the dog? He looks like a hard citizen!”
“Not a bit of it!” answered the officer. “He chewed up two wharf rats back there, according to all accounts, and I’m going in to tell the sergeant, and to ask the captain to give him a medal. If he had only killed them, I’d try to get him on the pension list.”
“Say,” Case remarked, “you seem to be an all-right policeman. I guess you know that bunch back there.”
“Every officer in the city knows that bunch,” replied the policeman. “When they’re not in the penitentiary, they’re making trouble for the force. They ought to get a hundred years apiece.”
“What will we get for shooting out the lights?” asked Alex.
“So you did shoot out the lights!”
“We didn’t do anything else,” declared Alex.