"Oh, don't, don't," whispered Miss Hollingsworth, letting go his arm.
The heavy man had recovered himself, and he and Hart stood there looking at each other. The latter's size seemed to grow, however, and the heavy man's arm felt paralyzed. A policeman came wedging his way through the crowd.
"What's the row here?" he asked.
"Nothing," said Hart, "that I know of; we want to get out of this push."
He joined Miss Hollingsworth, who was standing on the sidewalk, and they walked from the mob just as a new brass-band with a triumphant blare passed the corner. Madge had not taken his arm again, but walked beside him.
"That was splendid," she said timidly.
He looked down at her and smiled.
"That sort of a man would never make much trouble," he said. "Don't you think it would be better to go up-town, and cross ahead of all this?"
They had reached the corner of Sixth Avenue, and were walking up. It was a very brilliant day. The white steam from the
