He saw a jumble of high vehicles, a small knot of men on the sidewalk, gesticulating hands on every side, and then came the oaths and sharp commands.
"We've smashed into something!" he said to her.
"Some one is hurt! Confound these reckless drivers! Why can't they watch where--" "Come down off that!" shouted a voice at the wheel, and he saw a huge policeman brandishing his club at the driver above.

"Come down, I say!" "Aw, the d---- fool backed into me," retorted the driver of Hugh's hansom.

His fare noticed that they were at the Sherry corner, and the usual crowd of seven-o'clock cabs was in full evidence.
"That'll do--that'll do," roared the officer.

"I saw the whole thing.
Ye've cracked his head, you dirty cur." Two men were holding the horse's head and other policemen were making their way to the side of their fellow-officer.

Evidently something serious had happened.
"What's the trouble ?" Hugh called out to the officer.
"You'll find out soon enough," answered the policeman.