Which does he look like ?" said Ike.
"Policeman," I whispered.

"I think I saw the top of his hat shine." "Right, lad.

You needn't be scared about them sort o' gentlemen now.
As Old Brownsmith says, gas and steam-engines and police have done away with them, and the road's safe enough, night or day." We jolted on past the policeman, who turned his bull's-eye lantern upon us for a moment, so that I could see Basket's ribs and the profile of Ike's great nose as he bent forward with his arms resting on his legs.
There was a friendly "good-night," and we had left him about a couple of hundred yards behind, when, amidst the jolting of the cart and the creaking of the baskets overhead, ike said suddenly: "Seem to have left that chap behind, or else he's gone to--" "I've been to Paris and I've been to Dover." "Why, if he ar'n't there agen!" cried Ike savagely.

"Look here, it worries me.

I'd rayther have a dog behind barking than a chap singing like that.