Howard R. Garis

“ Noddy made a motion as if to grapple with the reporter. But Mr. Newton, with a sudden motion, advanced, and stood in front of his enemy. Noddy reached his hand back toward his pocket, as if to draw a weapon. With a quickness that could not be guarded against, Mr. Newton swung the poker around, and brought it down on Noddy's arm, making the fellow howl with pain. ”

“ Newton one advantage, for the opening of the doors made the passages light.
In their frightened, cackling voices the Chinese sounded not unlike a lot of scared hens and roosters. In their anxiety to see what was going on, and perhaps in a desire to escape from what they evidently considered a raid by the police, some of the Celestials got in Mr. Newton's way. He pushed through the throng, knocking some of the Mongolians over, at which they yelled louder than before.
Out into Pell Street sped the reporter, expecting to be pursued by some of the gang. ”

“ Newton called on him, the two had gone outside.
“We can't do anything more now,” remarked Larry.
“No, and I guess I'll go home, and go to bed,” said Mr. Newton. “I'm all tired out.”
Bidding Larry good-night, Mr. Newton started off down the street. The neighborhood was rather poorly lighted, the lamps being few and far between. Pondering over the strange mix-up he had become involved in, the reporter was proceeding along rather absent-mindedly.
Suddenly his attention was attracted by someone in the house opposite him opening a window, and shouting:
“Thieves! Murder! Fire! Police!” ”