The police officer exercised the good judgment common to the majesty of the law in moments of great mental stress.
He made a swing at the Wildcat with his stick.
"Plunk!"
The locust club impacted heavily on the Wildcat's skull.
The Wildcat blinked his eyes. "How come? Cap'n, suh, I thought yo' craved to ketch dat rag-head boy!"
He pointed at the inert Hindoo lying on the pavement.
"Didn't aim to hit you."
"Cap'n, yes, suh." The Wildcat hoped that the next time the policeman would aim straight at him. He turned to the crowd and renewed his pacifying propaganda.
"Free fish! Come an' git it. Here you is, boys!"
The Wildcat's invitation and the smell of the frying smelt won the field against the doctrines of the defeated agitator. A minute later the fish wagon was ringed about with a hundred brunet fish eaters. The riot had evaporated. Here was the end of the trail.