He howled and ran for the side door.
The officer made a terrific advance, club in hand.

One comprehensive sweep of the long night stick threw the ally to the floor and forced Pete to a corner.

With his disengaged hand he made a furious effort at Jimmie's coat-tails.

Then he regained his balance and paused.
"Well, well, you are a pair of pictures.

What in hell yeh been up to ?" Jimmie, with his face drenched in blood, escaped up a side street, pursued a short distance by some of the more law-loving, or excited individuals of the crowd.
Later, from a corner safely dark, he saw the policeman, the ally and the bartender emerge from the saloon.