There followed in the wake of missiles and fists some unknown prayers, perhaps for death.
The quiet stranger had sprawled very pyrotechnically out on the sidewalk.

A laugh ran up and down the avenue for the half of a block.
"Dey've trowed a bloke inteh deh street." People heard the sound of breaking glass and shuffling feet within the saloon and came running.

A small group, bending down to look under the bamboo doors, watching the fall of glass, and three pairs of violent legs, changed in a moment to a crowd.
A policeman came charging down the sidewalk and bounced through the doors into the saloon.

The crowd bended and surged in absorbing anxiety to see.
Jimmie caught first sight of the on-coming interruption.

On his feet he had the same regard for a policeman that, when on his truck, he had for a fire engine.