Then a sudden suspicion ran through the fuddled brain.
"I niver lagged 'im; s'elp me Gawd, I niver put nobody away to the cops!" he cried.
"Yer rotten liar, take that!" cried Jonah, and struck him full on the mouth with his fist.

The man clapped his hand to his cut lip, and looked at the blood in amazement.

The shock cleared his brain, and he remembered with terror the tales of deadly revenge taken by the pushes.
He looked wildly for help.

He was in a ring of mocking, menacing faces.
"Let 'im out," cried Jonah, in a sharp, strident voice.

"The swine lives about 'ere; give 'im a run for 'is money." The Push opened out, and the man, sobered by his danger, stood for a moment with bewildered eyes.