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The
latter
had
stood
gazing
upon
the
scene
with
more
astonishment
than
fear
.
“
Why
don
’
t
you
come
down
here
and
get
these
stones
off
the
track
?
”
inquired
the
officer
.
“
What
you
standing
there
for
?
Do
you
want
to
stay
here
all
day
?
Get
down
.
”
Hurstwood
breathed
heavily
in
excitement
and
jumped
down
with
the
nervous
conductor
as
if
he
had
been
called
.
“
Hurry
up
,
now
,
”
said
the
other
policeman
.
Cold
as
it
was
,
these
officers
were
hot
and
mad
.
Hurstwood
worked
with
the
conductor
,
lifting
stone
after
stone
and
warming
himself
by
the
work
.
“
Ah
,
you
scab
,
you
!
”
yelled
the
crowd
.
“
You
coward
!
Steal
a
man
’
s
job
,
will
you
?
Rob
the
poor
,
will
you
,
you
thief
?
We
’
ll
get
you
yet
,
now
.
Wait
.
”
Not
all
of
this
was
delivered
by
one
man
.
It
came
from
here
and
there
,
incorporated
with
much
more
of
the
same
sort
and
curses
.
“
Work
,
you
blackguards
,
”
yelled
a
voice
.
“
Do
the
dirty
work
.
You
’
re
the
suckers
that
keep
the
poor
people
down
!
”
“
May
God
starve
ye
yet
,
”
yelled
an
old
Irish
woman
,
who
now
threw
open
a
nearby
window
and
stuck
out
her
head
.
“
Yes
,
and
you
,
”
she
added
,
catching
the
eye
of
one
of
the
policemen
.
“
You
bloody
,
murtherin
’
thafe
!
Crack
my
son
over
the
head
,
will
you
,
you
hardhearted
,
murtherin
’
divil
?
Ah
,
ye
—
—
”
