Heywood whipped about.
"Never called me that before," he said quickly.

"Come outside." He flung back a hurried sentence to the merchant, caught Rudolph's arm, and plunged into the crowd.

The yellow men gave passage mechanically, but with lowering faces.

Once free in the muddy path, he halted quickly, and looked about.
"Might have known," he grumbled.

"Never called me 'Foreign Dog' before, or 'Jesus man,' He set 'em on." Rudolph followed his look.