Like a trapped animal, he sent roving glances here and there--and took in the purposeful approach of the traffic cop.

He turned again toward the curb.
"Don't you dare attempt to leave before--" "What's the matter here?
What you blocking traffic for?
Don't you know I can--" "Oh! Am I in the way here?
I shall move immediately, of course.
Thank you so much! It's really no trouble at all, and I'm tremendously sorry if I have inconvenienced you or the general public any.

I believe you are really _glad_, down deep in your heart, when somebody gives you an excuse to leave that horrid little square spot for a minute.

Don't you nearly go wild, having to--Bland! What are you standing there holding up traffic for?
Get in!" Looking completely dazed and helpless, Bland got in.
"Now we're all ready, Mr.Policeman.

Run along back and point the herd again before all the nice little tame Fords get walked on.