The latter ducked and caught it on the shoulder instead of the jaw.
"Away from here," shouted an officer, hastening to the rescue, and adding, of course, the usual oaths.
Hurstwood recovered himself, pale and trembling.

It was becoming serious with him now.

People were looking up and jeering at him.

One girl was making faces.
He began to waver in his resolution, when a patrol wagon rolled up and more officers dismounted.

Now the track was quickly cleared and the release effected.
"Let her go now, quick," said the officer, and again he was off.
The end came with a real mob, which met the car on its return trip a mile or two from the barns.