"A straight whisky; for the night is bitter," said the police
officer. "I don't think we have met before, Councillor?"
"You'll be the new captain?" said McGinty.
"That's so. We're looking to you, Councillor, and to the other
leading citizens, to help us in upholding law and order in this
township. Captain Marvin is my name."
"We'd do better without you, Captain Marvin," said McGinty
coldly; "for we have our own police of the township, and no need
for any imported goods. What are you but the paid tool of the
capitalists, hired by them to club or shoot your poorer fellow
citizen?"
"Well, well, we won't argue about that," said the police officer
good-humouredly. "I expect we all do our duty same as we see it;
but we can't all see it the same." He had drunk off his glass
and had turned to go, when his eyes fell upon the face of Jack
McMurdo, who was scowling at his elbow. "Hullo! Hullo!" he
cried, looking him up and down. "Here's an old acquaintance!"
McMurdo shrank away from him. "I was never a friend to you nor
any other cursed copper in my life," said he.
"An acquaintance isn't always a friend," said the police captain,
grinning.
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