"Cuttin' chalk for 'em," he whispered.

"And all the world is theirs! _I_ don't come in--nowhere." Presently with a spasm of sick anger he saw the now familiar form of a policeman astride the garden wall.
"Lea' me alone," grunted the giant.

"Lea' me alone." "I got to do my duty," said the little policeman, with a face that was white and resolute.
"You lea' me alone.

I got to live as well as you.

I got to think.