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“Hold him! Hold him!” screamed Mr. Cushmael, realizing the turn of the situation. “They’re after my cash drawer!”

Willing hands assisted the Greek over the counter, where he stood panting and gasping under two dozen excited eyes.

“After my money, hey?” shouted the proprietor, shaking his fist under the captive’s nose.

The stout man nodded, panting.

“We’d of got it too!” he gasped, “if it hadn’t been for that little pusher-in-the-face.”

Two dozen eyes looked around eagerly. The little pusher-in-the-face had disappeared.

The beggar on the corner had just decided to tip the policeman and shut up shop for the night when he suddenly felt a small, somewhat excited hand fall on his shoulder.

“Help a poor man get a place to sleep—” he was beginning automatically when he recognized the little cashier from the restaurant. “Hello, brother,” he added, leering up at him and changing his tone.

“You know what?” cried the little cashier in a strangely ominous tone. “I’m going to push you in the face!”