He looked round for the Push and remembered that they were scattered.

Then he saw that the captive was a stranger, and decided to look on quietly and note the policeman's methods for future use.
On finding that he was overmatched in strength, the prisoner had dropped to the ground, and, with silent, cat-like movements baulked the policeman's efforts.

As Jonah looked on, the constable straightened his back, wiped the sweat from his face, and then, suddenly desperate, called on the nearest to help him.

The men slipped behind the women, who laughed in his face.

It was his first arrest, and he looked in astonishment at the grinning, hostile faces, too nervous to use his strength, harassed by the hatred of the people.
"Take 'im yerself; do yer own dirty work." "Wot's the poor bloke done ?" "Nuthin', yer may be sure." "These Johns run a man in, an' swear his life away ter git a stripe on their sleeve." "They think they kin knock a man about as they like 'cause 'e's poor." "They'd find plenty to do if they took the scoundrels that walk the streets in a top 'at." "It don't pay.