There's a box on the second corner south.

Now, then," he continued, turning to Trina and the harness-maker and taking out his note-book and pencil, "I want your names and addresses." It was a day of tremendous excitement for the entire street.

Long after the patrol wagon had driven away, the crowd remained.

In fact, until seven o'clock that evening groups collected about the door of the junk shop, where a policeman stood guard, asking all manner of questions, advancing all manner of opinions.
"Do you think they'll get him ?" asked Ryer of the policeman.

A dozen necks craned forward eagerly.
"Hoh, we'll get him all right, easy enough," answered the other, with a grand air.
"What?
What's that?
What did he say ?" asked the people on the outskirts of the group.