Spring-Heel'd Jack, The Terror of London — page 144: what you’re looking at

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146 “I thay, fellow,” remarked the other, coming up to Jack in: a threatening manner, “how dare you kick me? I’ve a good mind to pull your noth, but I feel that it would be a dethecration of my eee “Oh! Ishould never allow such : a thought to deter me in the attempt,” said Jack. “Then I thould. I am sorry you are tho contemptible a perthon, which compels me to forego the gratification of my feelings,” ‘Hark you,” said Jack, with some warmth in his tones. “There isa limit to the patience of most men, and I am no exception to the} general rule. I therefore beg you will not address me again in the manner which yourself and companion haye done. You are no gentle- men, though doubtless you are foolish enough | to imagine you .could induce some to believe so. However, you may rest assured I am ofa far different opinion, You are a pair of conceited puppies, and as such you will most assuredly get treated if you offer any further insult to me, either by word or deed.” — And so saying Jack tur ned away. “You're obliged to go,” said one. “He's afraid to sthay, ” remarked the other, ‘‘in cathe we should chathtise him for his intho- lenth.” Jack turned quickly, and stretching out his hand, seized the last speaker’s nosé between his finer and thumb, and gave it so severe a twist, that the fellow shrieked aloud— ‘Help me, Bill! Help—help! my nothe off! 1” ‘“ Bill is it, now, instead of Sir William !” gaid Jack, releasing his hold. Well, now, Mister Bill, ‘what have you to say ?” “Me? nothing. [” “You're a pair of contemptible curs,’ said Jack, again turning awa “Oh, here's the polith mere s the polith,” said the fellow, whose nose was as. red as fire, and whose eyes watered as if he were erying. “ Here, polithman—polithman !’ “Hallo, ” said an individual in the garb of a police officer, who had been summoned from he- neath one of the alcoves by the tones of the would-be-thought gentleman, where he had been an amused spectator for some moments. “Here, polithman, I give this intholent fellow into euthtody. e ‘ What for ?” asked the officer. “ For-inthulting and athaulting a gentleman in the public streets, doubtlethewith the intent to commit a robbery. -- “Scoundrel!” cried Jack, turning furidusly upon the man ; ‘‘ dare you impute | such a thing to me?” The officer sprang before him to shield the man from Jack's vengeance, when the light of a lamp falling directly upon the face of both, Jack immediately dr opped his upraised arm, and the police-officer opened his eyes and mouth very wide indeed. Our hero had recognized in the policeman the redoubtable Bobby Bristles. he policeman, of course, was not positive whether it was Jack who was charged, but he fancied, by the form and attire of the man be- fore him, that it was so, He’s pulling SPRING-HEEL’D JACK - THE TERROR OF LONDON. | Think I didn’t know you? Why, z Say — - ° amma “Why don’t you do ashes | aaa pa asked the fellow. ‘Who are you calling polithman!” asked — Bristles. ‘‘ Policeman, if you please. Now, — what's the row 2?” “This intholent fellow—this ill-manneredly, — inthulting a2 3 ‘‘Hadn’t vou better get your tongue cut® s SO 4 as I can understand you?” said Bristles. - Cae | tell you what, I think you had better go omnes “5 and learn to talk properly, instead of making au row in the streets at midnight.” 1 * Will you take the charge eS | | | a” up , ; a % : - : en ee ee cr? . : = * - it P Pee" a “ ‘You Sa ze - ae, = “Then you shall ee eon my sihigeuee friend, the Theeretary of Thate, and you won't | be lone in the forth, I can tell you.” ‘What do you say ?” said Bristles, aS uponhim, ‘‘ Now, you move On, and sharp, too, | or perhaps 2 shall move you.” €Thir William, do you hear that?” Tisped_ the fellow.. ‘ Ditheraceful,” said the other ; Wit the | , polith, instead of doing their duty, only aid and — abet the vile characters they should take ix custody.” “es ‘ “Do they, now 2 ” said Bristles. — ma’ “ Yeth, they do ; and you shall ‘suffer for yo 01 neglect of duty.” “All right, old boy,” said Bristles ; you'll suffer if you ain’t off. You know it it’ time you was in two hours ago.’ “What does the fellow mean ‘ee | ch Me, st'aa has shut up shop two hours ago, ands is ee for you to go to snooze under his counter - before he goes to bed. Now, go on; you know you are | only a pair of counterjumpers, for there’s at yard measure sticking out of your perky Si) ‘‘ The devil, there is !” eried the fellow, ; getting his affected lisp, and hastily clappin, hand to his coat pocket. Then, as if re recollect P himself, he drew hiniself up, and, ta ir: his — companion’s arm, said— a | ‘** Let uth go, my noble friend. This perthon shall hear more about this affair than he think ae To inthult two gentlemen in this way ith dith- grethtul—thocking —thooing Ss | “Had you there, old boy,” said Bris « : , ren ay = , a in. ry a ou had in the shop three hours ago. I say, ain better go, in case I should tell your mé yw you Fe a eS in the Hayng ark te f don’t look well for counterju hey | can’t afford it ; at least, {not ‘out rary money.” Jack, with difficulty, suppressed his Ree as the two men slunk away arminarm, — | “Ha!” said Bristles, calling after them, ‘hadn't you better give this gentleman | eharge ?”’ + | No answer was vouchsaféd to this question. iva “ Don’t forget to tell your friend, the Secretary Di. of State, when you take home the ‘breeches h bes | ordered !” The two fops quickened their pace very con can siderably at this, and Bristles turned to Jac ck, | who had oil on his mask. : or By | | 900 com