Time was not of the essence to these confirmed sightseers. She gave tongue.Ī messenger boy, two shabby men engaged in non-essential industries, and a shop girl paused to observe the scene.
The shop girl had espied an acquaintance in the crowd. The cab was still stationary when they arrived in a body. He broke into a jerky gallop, attended by his self-appointed associates and, considering that the young man was so stout, that the messenger boy considered it unprofessional to hurry, that the shop girl had doubts as to whether sprinting was quite ladylike, and that the two Bohemians were moving at a quicker gait than a shuffle for the first occasion in eleven years, the cavalcade made good time. The hunt was up.Short of throwing his head up and baying, the stout young man behaved exactly as a bloodhound in similar circumstances would have conducted itself. George, protruding from the window like a snail, was entertained by the spectacle of the pursuit. It might be for years or it might be for ever, but they meant to be there when things began to occur.Īt this juncture the block in the traffic was relieved, and the cab bowled smartly on for some fifty yards when it was again halted. They did not know what would happen or when it would happen, but they intended to wait till something did happen.
They stared at George and George's cab with unblinking gaze. A mere hole in the ground, which of all sights is perhaps the least vivid and dramatic, is enough to grip their attention for hours at a time. They do not call for rapid and continuous action. These all belonged to the class which will gather round and watch silently while a motorist mends a tyre. Mordee Cummere quick Maudie, accompanied by perhaps a dozen more of London's millions, added herself to the audience. Here he is, guv'nor, said the non-smoking Bohemian."What oh"
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