I been looking for him myself, and--" "Bland Halliday, do you want to be torn limb from limb, right here on the public street before everybody?
I want to know where Johnny is, and I want to know _now_." "Aw, f'r cat's sake! I ain't saw Johnny f'r three weeks--not since the night we got here.

I been looking--" Behind them sounded a succession of impatient honks that extended almost to Seventh Street.

The traffic cop had blown his whistle, the street car had clanged warning and gone on.

The truck had shaved past Mary V and the Ford had followed.

Other cars coming up behind had mistaken the Bear Cat's inaction for closed traffic and had stopped.
Others had stopped behind them; then two other street cars slid up and blocked the way around.
Mary V was quite oblivious to all this.