"You—come—along—er—me," said the policeman, raising his voice to make his meaning perfectly plain.
Señor Perez got a little breath, and pointing to Mr. James and then to the fountain was again shrill in Montevidean.
"He was trying to explain things to me when you came. Can you make out what he's driving at? Does he want me to take a bath, too?" said Mr. James coolly.
"It looks like it," said the policeman; then even more loudly he said, "You—come—along—er—me."
Señor Perez gibbered.
The policeman took him by the arm; Señor Perez promptly closed with him in a damping wrestle. The policeman blew his whistle; Mr. James walked quietly but quickly to the southwestern corner of the Square. There he turned and looked back for a moment at the wavering group by the left-hand fountain; then he went down Pall Mall.
At the first sight of the hasting policeman the Honorable John Ruffin drew the Esmeralda along toward the Strand. Pollyooly caught them up as
