"Well, she can't cause a disturbance here. But I meant no offense."
The smaller man hastened to add:
"So help me! I was that mad I didn't know what I said. I didn't mean
nothing."
Tunis nodded solemnly.
"Get your coat and hat, miss," he said. "I guess it won't be a
pleasant place for you to work in after this."
She slipped away. Tunis let the men go. They both stepped away from
him, panting, relaxing their shoulders, eyeing the young captain
with as much curiosity as apprehension.
Suddenly there was an added commotion at the front door. Tunis saw a
policeman enter. The coarse-featured proprietor of the restaurant
instantly recovered all his courage.
"This way, officer! This way!" he cried. "Here's the man."
At that moment Tunis felt a tug at his coat. He flashed a glance
over his shoulder. It was the girl. She wore a little hat pulled
down over all that black hair, and she was buttoning a shabby
jacket. There was a way out by the alley; he well knew it. Nor was
he anxious of appearing before either a police lieutenant or a
magistrate for creating a disturbance in the place.
"Run along. I'll be right behind you," he whispered.
The policeman was some distance, and several tables away.
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