Abruptly, however, Brown's outcries ceased.

It is probably that a sudden vision of the consequences of an appeal to police protection came to him as he lay like an overturned June-bug upon the sidewalk.
But the law had been invoked.

The car of Juggernaut had started upon its course.
"What's the trouble here ?" cried the policeman, as he arrived panting upon the scene.
"This fellow here assaulted me!" instantly answered the man with the bulldog jaw.
"It's a lie!" bellowed Brown, climbing to his feet.
"Well, what have you got to say ?" inquired the officer.
Brown hesitated.

If he made a counter charge he realized that he would have to go to the police station to make the complaint.

This would keep him in the city until after midnight.
"Well ?" continued the policeman.
Still Brown paused, rapidly taking account of stock.