down."
"An' then he starts bellerin' an' hollerin' at the drunk, 'You wit' your soup-an'-nuts an' your silk hat, you
ought to be a credit to your city an' what t' hell you think you can do, corrupt a good officer an' kid me?
You done the first but you ain't doin' the second,' he yelps. 'Put him in the cooler,' he yelps. 'An' throw
his damned doll in wit' him t' keep him company!' An' at that the drunk lets out a screech an' drops t' the
floor. He' out good an' plenty. An' the lootenant says, 'The poor damned fool by God he believes his
own lie! Bring him around an' let him go.' An' he says t' me, 'If you weren't such a good man, Tim, I'd
have you up for this. Take your degen'ret doll an' go home,' he says, 'I'll send a relief t' your beat. An'
take t-morrow off an' sober up,' says he. An' I says t' him, 'All right, but I seen what I seen. An' t' hell
wit' you all," I says t' the flatties. An' everybody's laughin' fit t' split. An' I says t' the lootenant, 'If you