“You’ll have to do without it.”
He made another rush, and Dodger struck him such a blow on his arm that he winced with pain.
“Now I shall summon the police, and you can do as you please about going.”
Dodger struck the stick sharply on the sidewalk three times, and the ruffian, apprehensive of arrest, ran around the corner just in time to rush into the arms of a policeman.
“What has this man been doing?” asked the city guardian, turning to Dodger.
“He was about to rob this man.”
“Is the man hurt?”
“Where am I?” asked the prostrate man, in a bewildered tone.
“I will take care of him, if you will take charge of that fellow.”
“Can you get up, sir?” asked Dodger, bending over the fallen man.