human
Push of the _S.S. Glory_ had any desire to see the inside of a lock-up, and evidently the two men who had been curious regarding Mike's whereabouts, were not in league with the police. By the time that his slow patrol brought him to the end of the block, that bull had the pavement to himself; the two
gpt
had disappeared in one of the narrow streets, in one of its narrow entrances; the
human
Push was stumbling about over hawsers and round bales on the dark wharf-side. The policeman, turning gently about, gave ear. He heard a thin sound of fiddles, a sound of clapping and table-thumping behind closed windows over at Dutch Ann's dance house; the quick, coughing sound of a donkey-engine somewhere along the docks, and a voice chanting:
gpt
Up again! --pause--
human
All right! Up again! Slow puffs of a locomotive drew near, sepulchral cling-clang of the bell; there came a shout of voices:
gpt
Yo-ho! Let her go!