understand?--and arrange bail. Quick, now!"

But the officer merely frowned at him, obviously threatening a
resort to force if this outburst did not cease at once.

"I tell you I want to get out," insisted Kirk. "I want to know
what I'm charged with and have my friends get bail."

The man nodded his understanding and went away, but an hour passed
and he did not return. Then another hour followed, and Anthony,
who had now begun to feel the effect of his drubbing more keenly,
renewed his clamor, with the result that a half-dozen policemen
appeared, causing Allan to retreat to a corner and mumble prayers.
From their demeanor it looked as though they were really bent upon
mischief, but Kirk soon saw that an official had come in answer to
his call. He felt less reassured when he perceived that the person
in uniform who now stepped forward was the same upon whom he had
turned the hose earlier in the evening.

This was a black-haired, black-eyed young fellow of, perhaps,
thirty. While his skin was swarthy, even in this poor light it
could be seen that he was of the real Castilian type and of a much
better class than the others. He was slender and straight, his
mouth small and decorated by a carefully pencilled little
mustache, which was groomed to a needle sharpness. His hands and
feet were as dainty as those of a woman. He was undeniably
striking in appearance, and might have passed for handsome had it
not been for the scowl that distorted his features.

"Eh! 'ere you are," he began, angrily.