With his policeman's club against the workman's hammer, he
defended himself with such address, that in a few seconds, before his
men could interfere, his adversary was disarmed and stretched on the
sidewalk by a blow over the head. He struggled to rise, but was seized
by two men and held fast.
"Don't hit him," said Farnham. "I think I have seen this man
somewhere."
"Why," said Kendall, "that's Sam Sleeny, a carpenter in Dean Street. He
orter be in better business."
"Yes, I remember," said Farnham; "he is a Reformer. Put him with the
others."
As they were tying his hands, Sam turned to Farnham and said, in a
manner which was made dignified by its slow, energetic malice, "You've
beat me to-night, but I will get even with you yet--as sure as there's
a God."
"That's reasonably sure," said Farnham; "but in the meanwhile, we'll
put you where you can cool off a little."
The street was now cleared; the last fugitives were out of sight.
Farnham returned to his garden, and then divided his men into squads
for patrolling the neighborhood. They waited for half an hour, and,
finding all was still quiet, then made arrangements for passing the
night.
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