But that was all she could see--automobiles, trucks, and wagons closed in between.

She made out that the trolley-car stopped jerkily, and she saw a policeman breaking his way through the instantly condensing crowd, while the traffic came to a standstill, and people stood up in automobiles or climbed upon the hubs and tires of wheels, not to miss a chance of seeing anything horrible.
Mary tried to get through; it was impossible.

Other policemen came to help the first, and in a minute or two the traffic was in motion again.
The crowd became pliant, dispersing--there was no figure upon the ground, and no ambulance came.

But one of the policemen was detained by the clinging and beseeching of a gloved hand.
"What IS the matter, lady ?" "Where are they ?" Mary cried.
"Who?
Ole man Sheridan?
I reckon HE wasn't much hurt!" "His SON--" "Was that who the other one was?
I seen him knock him--oh, he's not bad off, I guess, lady.

The ole man got him out of the way all right.