"In his own writing, boys.

As evidence to hold him on a white slave charge, is this some evidence or isn't it ?" "Oh, we'll hold him, all right!" growled the other detective, whose right arm dangled limp, where the chair had struck him.

"The -- -- ---- of a -- --! He'll go up for a finif, a five-spot, or I'm a liar! And once we get him behind bars, good-night!" He deliberately drew back his heavy boot and kicked Gabriel full in the face.
"You -- -- -- --!" he cursed.

"Try to bean _me_, will you?
Damn you! You've made _your_ last soap-box spiel!" "Come on, now, boys, out with him, an' no more rag-chewin'!" the policeman exclaimed.

"Git him in the wagon, an' away, before a gang piles in here! You, Caffery, take his feet.