The crowd laughed and cheered, and made the most of the rather humorous situation.
The next moment their smiles changed to looks of astonishment.
With a quick movement, the seeming dude secured possession of the whip.
He then passed one arm half around the fellow’s head and neck, and gave him a sudden whirl that sent him spinning about the room like a top.
As he spun around the detective applied the whip with no gentle hand, and fairly whirled and lashed the fellow out of the room.
“Hurrah for de dude!” yelled a chorus of voices, as the defeated man stood outside, swearing and shaking his fists.
“I thought dere’d be some fun w’en de duller raised his whip on de dude,” said Morris. “You oughter seen him clean out a couple of plug-uglies in de pool-room to-day.”
Nick paid no attention to the remarks that were being made about him, but devoted his whole attention to the boy.[{44}]
“Where do you work?” he asked, hurriedly.
“Over dere in de stables.”