CHAPTER XI
READJUSTING THEIR FINANCES
"POLICE! Police!" yelled a voice on the outer edge of the circle.
"Police!" echoed the crowd, running in all directions, for these foreigners held the officers of the law in wholesome awe. They had had experience with the uniformed police on other occasions.
Kalinski did not run, for the very good reason that he could not. Bob was following him up too closely. Neither did Steve Rush nor Ignatz Brodsky attempt to run away. It had been Ignatz's voice that had called out the warning. There were no police in sight, but the boy, with quick wit, had cried out in order to save Steve from the wrath of the mob.
Rush, as he shot a keen glance at the grinning face of Ignatz, quickly comprehended.
"That's enough, Bob. Let him go. You are even with him. Come on now—stop it!"
"All right, in a min—minute——" thump!
"That's for the boy Ignatz, and"—thump—"that for Rush, and"——Bob uttered a grunt as he launched a terrific blow at his adversary, "that's for me!"