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Captain
Vimes
ran
up
Short
Street
-
the
longest
in
the
city
,
which
shows
the
famous
Morpork
subtle
sense
of
humour
in
a
nutshell
-
with
Sergeant
Colon
stumbling
along
behind
,
protesting
.
Nobby
was
outside
the
Drum
,
hopping
from
one
foot
to
another
.
In
times
of
danger
he
had
a
way
of
propelling
himself
from
place
to
place
without
apparently
moving
through
the
intervening
space
which
could
put
any
ordinary
matter
transporter
to
shame
.
"
’
E
’
s
fighting
in
there
!
"
he
stuttered
,
grabbing
the
captain
’
s
arm
.
"
All
by
himself
?
"
said
the
captain
.
"
No
,
with
everyone
!
"
shouted
Nobby
,
hopping
from
one
foot
to
the
other
.
"
Oh
.
"
Conscience
said
:
There
’
s
three
of
you
.
He
’
s
wearing
the
same
uniform
.
He
’
s
one
of
your
men
.
Remember
poor
old
Gaskin
.
Another
part
of
his
brain
,
the
hated
,
despicable
part
which
had
nevertheless
enabled
him
to
survive
in
the
Guards
these
past
ten
years
,
said
:
It
’
s
rude
to
butt
in
.
We
’
ll
wait
until
he
’
s
finished
,
and
then
ask
him
if
he
wants
any
assistance
.
Besides
,
it
isn
’
t
Watch
policy
to
interfere
in
fights
.
It
’
s
a
lot
simpler
to
go
in
afterwards
and
arrest
anyone
recumbent
.
There
was
a
crash
as
a
nearby
window
burst
outwards
and
deposited
a
stunned
fighter
on
the
opposite
side
of
the
street
.
"
I
think
,
"
said
the
captain
carefully
,
"
that
we
’
d
better
take
prompt
action
.
"
