was born to the Wildcat. With all the energy of his lungs, he bawled
his peace message into the turmoil of the night.

"Free fish! Hot fish free! Come an' git it!"

Fifty feet from him the rag-head Hindoo broke loose from the police
officer. The Wildcat witnessed the escape. The Hindoo raced towards
him, and it was then that mutual recognition was accomplished. The
Wildcat leaped into the fugitive's pathway and extended his foot.

The Hindoo Anarchist pulled a galloping somersault. He revolved twice
in the air, and then his face ploughed heavily into the pavement.

"Hot dam! Neveh seed a boy so agile!"

The police officer exercised the good judgment common to the majesty of
the law in moments of great mental stress.

He made a swing at the Wildcat with his stick.

"Plunk!"

The locust club impacted heavily on the Wildcat's skull.

The Wildcat blinked his eyes. "How come? Cap'n, suh, I thought yo'
craved to ketch dat rag-head boy!"

He pointed at the inert Hindoo lying on the pavement.

"Didn't aim to hit you."

"Cap'n, yes, suh." The Wildcat hoped that the next time the policeman
would aim straight at him. He turned to the crowd and renewed his
pacifying propaganda.

"Free fish! Come an' git it. Here you is, boys!"

The Wildcat's invitation and the smell of the frying smelt won the
field against the doctrines of the defeated agitator. A minute later
the fish wagon was ringed about with a hundred brunet fish eaters. The
riot had evaporated. Here was the end of the trail.

Serious thinking gave place to heavy eating. Crazy ideas no longer
tormented heads whose owners' object in life was to eat more fried
smelt than the men next to them.

The sergeant commanding the platoon of police sized up the situation.
"Looks to me like the end of a perfect day."

A brother officer addressed the sergeant. "Better take this rag-head in
with us. How about it?"

"Sure. Book him as a vag until we see who he is. Tell Jimmy to hold him
on an A and B charge if any of them jail-breaking law sharks try to
spring him."

The Wildcat broke in with a little testimony.

"Cap'n, suh, I knows dat boy. He bust loose from a travellin' jail on
de train comin' from Chicago. The guv'ment men ketched him some place."

The sergeant of police looked quickly at the officer whose fingers were
closed about the chain attached to the handcuffs of the Hindoo's
wrists.

"Hear what this boy says? Maybe this rag-head is that agitatin' al