Two men came down the street and sprang upon the wall, just where Jim was leaping up and down and barking in distress.
I saw at once by their uniform and the clubs in their hands, that they were policemen.

In one short instant they had hold of Jenkins.

He gave up then, but he stood snarling at me like an ugly dog.

"If it hadn't been for that cur, I'd never a been caught.

Why----," and he staggered back and uttered a bad word, "it's me own dog." "More shame to you," said one of the policemen, sternly; "what have you been up to at this time of night, to have your own dog and a quiet minister's spaniel dog a chasing you through the street ?" Jenkins began to swear and would not tell them anything.