"Why don't yer ketch 'im?"
A hoarse, husky murmur from the throng, rapidly rising to a roar,--
"Yes, why don't yer?"
The inquiry was repeated over and over again, each time more angrily. The people began to surge forward, pressing towards the entrance of the court, where the police were standing. A sergeant was heard shouting, in staccato tones,--
"Now then! Stand back there! No pushing!"
Policeman YZ 001 spoke to the comrade at his side.
"We shall have to call some more of our chaps out. They look to me like meaning mischief."
"Now then, stand back there! What do you want to shove like that for?"
Then came back question for question.
"Why don't yer ketch 'im?"