Every sweep of the brushes
found a human mark.
Shouts of rage followed the onslaught, above which could be heard
the voice of the manager of the canary car, urging the crowd on
to violence.
Phil came dashing out.
"Drive them back!" he shouted. "But be careful that you do not
hurt anybody. Keep your heads, men!"
"Look out--the police are coming!" shouted a voice.
"Never mind the police! Give it to them!" cried the rival.
A squad of bluecoats came charging down the street.
"Steady, fellows! Don't do anything that will cause the police
to take you in," cautioned Phil.
The crowd in front gave way as the police charged in; and, as
they did so, the Circus Boy pushed his way to the front of his
own line.
A sergeant made for him with upraised club, but Phil did
not flinch.
"Wait a minute, officer!" he cautioned.
"I arrest you for disturbing the peace!" was the stern reply.
"You will do nothing of the sort, sir. We have not broken
the peace. We are within our rights, protecting our own
property and the property of this gentleman," pointing to
the proprietor of the store.
"Arrest them! They are stealing my property!" came the cry from
the rival manager.
"I guess you had better both come over to the police station, and
we will let the captain settle this," decided the sergeant.
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