eagerly pointed out the big Dalmatian, who stood back among the
crowd pale with terror.

"Come up here, you," said the Sergeant to him.

Instead of responding, with one bound the Dalmatian was at the door,
and hurled the two men aside as if they were wooden pegs. But before
he could tear open the door, the Sergeant was on him. At once the
Dalmatian grappled with him in a fierce struggle. There was a quick
angry growl from the crowd. They all felt themselves to be in an
awkward position. Once out of the room, it would be difficult for
any police officer to associate them in any way with the crime.
The odds were forty to one. Why not make a break for liberty?
A rush was made for the struggling pair at the door.

"Get back there!" roared the Sergeant, swinging his baton and
holding off his man with the other hand.

At the same instant the doctor, springing up from his patient,
and taking in the situation, put down his head and bored through
the crowd in the manner which at one time had been the admiration
and envy of his fellow-students in Manitoba College, till he
found himself side by side with the Sergeant.

"Well done!" cried the Sergeant in cheerful approval, "you are the lad!
We will just be teaching these chaps a fery good lesson, whateffer,"
continued the Sergeant, lapsing in his excitement into his native dialect.
"Here you," he cried to the big Dalmatian who was struggling and kicking
in a frenzy of fear and rage, "will you not keep quiet? Take that then."
And he laid no gentle tap with his baton across the head of his captive.