“I thought he was going to knock us over,” said Rawton. “Made me jump it would, if I hadn’t known Frinton.”
“Ay, an’ I saw the Sairgint from the corner of me oye,” interrupted Kelly. “Lanin’ that far out av the car y’r little man was bound to shpot him.”
“Hessel was, you mean?”
“Ay, him.”
“I’ll be Hessel this time then,” said Poole. “Repeat.”
There was no doubt about it. With the car coming so close and Sergeant Gower leaning out to strike, Poole, in the part of Hessel, could not have failed to notice what had happened.
“Can Hessel be in it?” muttered Poole.
“Could he not have thrown a shtone, now?” asked Kelly. “That would let the car be further off and the man not so visible.”
“We can try it,” said Poole. “But it’ll be harder than ever to make a good shot. What shall we throw?”
“Not a stone, sir, please,” begged Rawton. “You might make a good shot by mistake.”