He touched his finger to his sensationless forehead, then smelled it and recognized the burnt flesh he had not felt burning.

"For the love of Mike, don't be in such a rush.

If I've got it, I've got it.
But that ain't no reason we can't deal with each other like white men.
Give me two hours an' I'll get outa the city.

An' in twenty-four I'll be outa the country.

I'll take ship--" "And continue to be a menace to the public health wherever you are," Doctor Masters broke in, already visioning a column in the evening papers, with scare-heads, in which he would appear the hero, the St.
George of San Francisco standing with poised lance between the people and the dragon of leprosy.
"Take them away," said Waiter Merritt Emory, avoiding looking Daughtry in the eyes.
"Ready! March!" commanded the sergeant.
The two policemen advanced on Daughtry and Kwaque with extended clubs.
"Keep away, an' keep movin'," one of the policemen growled fiercely.