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“
You
stay
there
,
”
one
called
.
“
Some
one
will
run
away
with
your
car
.
”
Amid
the
babel
of
voices
,
Hurstwood
heard
one
close
beside
him
.
“
Come
down
,
pardner
,
and
be
a
man
.
Don
’
t
fight
the
poor
.
Leave
that
to
the
corporations
.
”
He
saw
the
same
fellow
who
had
called
to
him
from
the
corner
.
Now
,
as
before
,
he
pretended
not
to
hear
him
.
“
Come
down
,
”
the
man
repeated
gently
.
“
You
don
’
t
want
to
fight
poor
men
.
Don
’
t
fight
at
all
.
”
It
was
a
most
philosophic
and
jesuitical
motorman
.
A
third
policeman
joined
the
other
two
from
somewhere
and
some
one
ran
to
telephone
for
more
officers
.
Hurstwood
gazed
about
,
determined
but
fearful
.
A
man
grabbed
him
by
the
coat
.
“
Come
off
of
that
,
”
he
exclaimed
,
jerking
at
him
and
trying
to
pull
him
over
the
railing
.
“
Let
go
,
”
said
Hurstwood
,
savagely
.
“
I
’
ll
show
you
—
you
scab
!
”
cried
a
young
Irishman
,
jumping
up
on
the
car
and
aiming
a
blow
at
Hurstwood
.
The
latter
ducked
and
caught
it
on
the
shoulder
instead
of
the
jaw
.
