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Instantly
they
all
rushed
toward
the
child
,
who
had
been
thrown
under
and
passed
over
by
the
wheels
.
And
Sparser
,
looking
out
and
seeing
them
gathering
about
the
fallen
figure
,
was
seized
with
an
uninterpretable
mental
panic
which
conjured
up
the
police
,
jail
,
his
father
,
the
owner
of
the
car
,
severe
punishment
in
many
forms
.
And
though
by
now
all
the
others
in
the
car
were
up
and
giving
vent
to
anguished
exclamations
such
as
"
Oh
,
God
!
He
hit
a
little
girl
"
;
"
Oh
,
gee
,
he
's
killed
a
kid
!
"
"
Oh
,
mercy
!
"
"
Oh
,
Lord
!
"
"
Oh
,
heavens
,
what
'll
we
do
now
?
"
he
turned
and
exclaimed
:
"
Jesus
,
the
cops
!
I
got
ta
get
outa
this
with
this
car
.
"
And
,
without
consulting
the
others
,
who
were
still
half
standing
,
but
almost
speechless
with
fear
,
he
shot
the
lever
into
first
,
second
and
then
high
,
and
giving
the
engine
all
the
gas
it
would
endure
,
sped
with
it
to
the
next
corner
beyond
.
But
there
,
as
at
the
other
corners
in
this
vicinity
,
a
policeman
was
stationed
,
and
having
already
seen
some
commotion
at
the
corner
west
of
him
,
had
already
started
to
leave
his
post
in
order
to
ascertain
what
it
was
.
As
he
did
so
,
cries
of
"
Stop
that
car
"
--
"
Stop
that
car
"
--
reached
his
ears
.
And
a
man
,
running
toward
the
sedan
from
the
scene
of
the
accident
,
pointed
to
it
,
and
called
:
"
Stop
that
car
,
stop
that
car
.
They
've
killed
a
child
.
"
Then
gathering
what
was
meant
,
he
turned
toward
the
car
,
putting
his
police
whistle
to
his
mouth
as
he
did
so
.
But
Sparser
,
having
by
this
time
heard
the
cries
and
seen
the
policeman
leaving
,
dashed
swiftly
past
him
into
Seventeenth
Street
,
along
which
he
sped
at
almost
forty
miles
an
hour
,
grazing
the
hub
of
a
truck
in
one
instance
,
scraping
the
fender
of
an
automobile
in
another
,
and
missing
by
inches
and
quarter
inches
vehicles
or
pedestrians
,
while
those
behind
him
in
the
car
were
for
the
most
part
sitting
bolt
upright
and
tense
,
their
eyes
wide
,
their
hands
clenched
,
their
faces
and
lips
set
--
or
,
as
in
the
case
of
Hortense
and
Lucille
Nickolas
and
Tina
Kogel
,
giving
voice
to
repeated
,
"
Oh
,
Gods
!
"
"
Oh
,
what
's
going
to
happen
now
?
"
But
the
police
and
those
who
had
started
to
pursue
were
not
to
be
outdone
so
quickly
.
Unable
to
make
out
the
license
plate
number
and
seeing
from
the
first
motions
of
the
car
that
it
had
no
intention
of
stopping
,
the
officer
blew
a
loud
and
long
blast
on
his
police
whistle
.
And
the
policeman
at
the
next
corner
seeing
the
car
speed
by
and
realizing
what
it
meant
,
blew
on
his
whistle
,
then
stopped
,
and
springing
on
the
running
board
of
a
passing
touring
car
ordered
it
to
give
chase
.
And
at
this
,
seeing
what
was
amiss
or
awind
,
three
other
cars
,
driven
by
adventurous
spirits
,
joined
in
the
chase
,
all
honking
loudly
as
they
came
.
But
the
Packard
had
far
more
speed
in
it
than
any
of
its
pursuers
,
and
although
for
the
first
few
blocks
of
the
pursuit
there
were
cries
of
"
Stop
that
car
!
"
"
Stop
that
car
!
"
still
,
owing
to
the
much
greater
speed
of
the
car
,
these
soon
died
away
,
giving
place
to
the
long
wild
shrieks
of
distant
horns
in
full
cry
.
Sparser
by
now
having
won
a
fair
lead
and
realizing
that
a
straight
course
was
the
least
baffling
to
pursue
,
turned
swiftly
into
McGee
,
a
comparatively
quiet
thoroughfare
along
which
he
tore
for
a
few
blocks
to
the
wide
and
winding
Gillham
Parkway
,
whose
course
was
southward
.
But
having
followed
that
at
terrific
speed
for
a
short
distance
,
he
again
--
at
Thirty-first
--
decided
to
turn
--
the
houses
in
the
distance
confusing
him
and
the
suburban
country
to
the
north
seeming
to
offer
the
best
opportunity
for
evading
his
pursuers
.
And
so
now
he
swung
the
car
to
the
left
into
that
thoroughfare
,
his
thought
here
being
that
amid
these
comparatively
quiet
streets
it
was
possible
to
wind
in
and
out
and
so
shake
off
pursuit
--
at
least
long
enough
to
drop
his
passengers
somewhere
and
return
the
car
to
the
garage
.
And
this
he
would
have
been
able
to
do
had
it
not
been
for
the
fact
that
in
turning
into
one
of
the
more
outlying
streets
of
this
region
,
where
there
were
scarcely
any
houses
and
no
pedestrians
visible
,
he
decided
to
turn
off
his
lights
,
the
better
to
conceal
the
whereabouts
of
the
car
.
Then
,
still
speeding
east
,
north
,
and
east
and
south
by
turns
,
he
finally
dashed
into
one
street
where
,
after
a
few
hundred
feet
,
the
pavement
suddenly
ended
.
But
because
another
cross
street
was
visible
a
hundred
feet
or
so
further
on
,
and
he
imagined
that
by
turning
into
that
he
might
find
a
paved
thoroughfare
again
,
he
sped
on
and
then
swung
sharply
to
the
left
,
only
to
crash
roughly
into
a
pile
of
paving
stones
left
by
a
contractor
who
was
preparing
to
pave
the
way
.
In
the
absence
of
lights
he
had
failed
to
distinguish
this
.
And
diagonally
opposite
to
these
,
lengthwise
of
a
prospective
sidewalk
,
had
been
laid
a
pile
of
lumber
for
a
house
.
Striking
the
edge
of
the
paving
stones
at
high
speed
,
he
caromed
,
and
all
but
upsetting
the
car
,
made
directly
for
the
lumber
pile
opposite
,
into
which
he
crashed
.
Only
instead
of
striking
it
head
on
,
the
car
struck
one
end
,
causing
it
to
give
way
and
spread
out
,
but
only
sufficiently
to
permit
the
right
wheels
to
mount
high
upon
it
and
so
throw
the
car
completely
over
onto
its
left
side
in
the
grass
and
snow
beyond
the
walk
.
Then
there
,
amid
a
crash
of
glass
and
the
impacts
of
their
own
bodies
,
the
occupants
were
thrown
down
in
a
heap
,
forward
and
to
the
left
.
