He hesitated where the hot-smelling loaves were being tossed into a cart, and then very quietly knelt down and commenced robbery.

He emptied the cart while the baker's man fled for the police, and then his great hand came into the shop and cleared counter and cases.

Then with an armful, still eating, he went his way looking for another shop to go on with his meal.

It happened to be one of those seasons when work is scarce and food dear, and the crowd in that quarter was sympathetic even with a giant who took the food they all desired.

They applauded the second phase of his meal, and laughed at his stupid grimace at the policeman.
"I woff hungry," he said, with his mouth full.
"Brayvo!" cried the crowd.