That's what's the matter." The policeman quietly removed his hand from Pinky's shoulder, and glanced toward the woman named Sal, and stood as if waiting orders.
"Better lock _her_ up," said the "queen," as she had been called.

Sal snarled like a fretted wild beast.
"It's awful, the way she beats poor Kit," chimed in the little girl who had before spoken against her.

"If I was Kit, I'd run away, so I would." "I'll wring your neck off," growled Sal, in a fierce undertone, making a dash toward the girl, and swearing frightfully.

But the child shrank to the side of the policeman.
"If you lay a finger on Kit to-night," said the queen, "I'll have her taken away, and you locked up into the the bargain." Sal responded with another snarl.
"Come." The queen moved toward the door.

Pinky followed, the policeman offering no resistance.