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parently the latter's oiled forelock; worn low over the forehead; was more a concession to the general fashion prevailing in gang circles than an expression of personal taste。 Mr。 Repetto had it; too。 In his case it was almost white; for the fallen warrior was an albino。 His eyes; which were closed; had white lashes and were set as near together as Nature had been able to manage without actually running them into one another。 His under…lip protruded and drooped。 Looking at him; one felt instinctively that no judging mittee of a beauty contest would hesitate a moment before him。
 It soon became apparent that the light of the lamp; though bestowing the doubtful privilege of a clearer view of Mr。 Repetto's face; held certain disadvantages。 Scarcely had the staff of Cosy Moments reached the faint yellow pool of light; in the centre of which Mr。 Repetto reclined; than; with a suddenness which caused them to leap into the air; there sounded from the darkness down the road the crack…crack…crack of a revolver。 Instantly from the opposite direction came other shots。 Three bullets flicked grooves in the roadway almost at Billy's feet。 The Kid gave a sudden howl。 Psmith's hat; suddenly imbued with life; sprang into the air and vanished; whirling into the night。
 The thought did not e to them consciously at the moment; there being little time to think; but it was evident as soon as; diving out of the circle of light into the sheltering darkness; they crouched down and waited for the next move; that a somewhat skilful ambush had been effected。 The other members of the gang; who had fled with such remarkable speed; had by no means been eliminated altogether from the game。 While the questioning of Mr。 Repetto had been in progress; they had crept back; unperceived except by Mr。 Repetto himself。 It being too dark for successful shooting; it had bee Mr。 Repetto's task to lure his captors into the light; which he had acplished with considerable skill。
 For some minutes the battle halted。 There was dead silence。 The circle of light was empty now。 Mr。 Repetto had vanished。 A tentative shot from nowhere ripped through the air close to where Psmith lay flattened on the pavement。 And then the pavement began to vibrate and give out a curious resonant sound。 To Psmith it conveyed nothing; but to the opposing army it meant much。 They knew it for what it was。 Somewhereit might be near or fara policeman had heard the shots; and was signalling for help to other policemen along the line by beating on the flag…stones with his night…stick; the New York constable's substitute for the London police…whistle。
 The noise grew; filling the still air。 From somewhere down the road sounded the ring of running feet。
 〃De cops!〃 cried a voice。 〃Beat it!〃
 Next moment the night was full of clatter。 The gang was 〃beating it。〃
 Psmith rose to his feet and dusted his clothes ruefully。 For the first time he realised the horrors of war。 His hat had gone for ever。 His trousers could never be the same again after their close acquaintance with the pavement。
 The rescue party was ing up at the gallop。
 The New York policeman may lack the quiet dignity of his London rival; but he is a hustler。
 〃What's doing?〃
 〃Nothing now;〃 said the disgusted voice of Billy Windsor from the shadows。 〃They've beaten it。〃
 The circle of lamplight became as if by mutual consent a general rendezvous。 Three grey…clad policemen; tough; clean…shaven men with keen eyes and square jaws; stood there; revolver in one hand; night…stick in the other。 Psmith; hatless and dusty; joined them。 Billy Windsor and the Kid; the latter bleeding freely from his left ear; the lobe of which had been chipped by a bullet; were the last to arrive。
 〃What's bin the rough house?〃 inquired one of the policemen; mildly interested。
 〃Do you know a sportsman of the name of Repetto?〃 inquired Psmith。
 〃Jack Repetto! Sure。〃
 〃He belongs to the Three Points;〃 said another intelligent officer; as one naming some fashionable club。
 〃When next you see him;〃 said Psmith; 〃I should be obliged if you would use your authority to make him buy me a new hat。 I could do with another pair of trousers; too; but I will not press the trousers。 A new hat; is; however; essential。 Mine has a six…inch hole in it。〃
 〃Shot at you; did they?〃 said one of the policemen; as who should say; 〃Dash the lads; they're always up to some of their larks。〃
 〃Shot at us!〃 burst out the ruffled Kid。 〃What do you think's bin happening? Think an aeroplane ran into my ear and took half of it off? Think the noise was somebody opening bottles of pop? Think those guys that sneaked off down the road was just training for a Marathon?〃
 〃rade Brady;〃 said Psmith; 〃touches the spot。 He〃
 〃Say; are you Kid Brady?〃 inquired one of the officers。 For the first time the constabulary had begun to display any real animation。
 〃Reckoned I'd seen you somewhere!〃 said another。 〃You licked Cyclone Al。 all right; Kid; I hear。〃
 〃And who but a bone…head thought he wouldn't?〃 demanded the third warmly。 〃He could whip a dozen Cyclone Al。's in the same evening with his eyes shut。〃
 〃He's the next champeen;〃 admitted the first speaker。
 〃If he puts it over Jimmy Garvin;〃 argued the second。
 〃Jimmy Garvin!〃 cried the third。 〃He can whip twenty Jimmy Garvins with his feet tied。 I tell you〃
 〃I am loath;〃 observed Psmith; 〃to interrupt this very impressive brain…barbecue; but; trivial as it may seem to you; to me there is a certain interest in this other little matter of my ruined hat。 I know that it may strike you as hypersensitive of us to protest against being riddled with bullets; but〃
 〃Well; what's bin doin'?〃 inquired the Force。 It was a nuisance; this perpetual harping on trifles when the deep question of the light…weight Championship of the World was under discussion; but the sooner it was attended to; the sooner it would be over。
 Billy Windsor undertook to explain。
 〃The Three Points laid for us;〃 he said。 〃Jack Repetto was bossing the crowd。 I don't know who the rest were。 The Kid put one over on to Jack Repetto's chin; and we were asking him a few questions when the rest came back; and started into shooting。 Then we got to cover quick; and you came up and they beat it。〃
 〃That;〃 said Psmith; nodding; 〃is a very fair precis of the evening's events。 We should like you; if you will be so good; to corral this rade Repetto; and see that he buys me a new hat。〃
 〃We'll round Jack up;〃 said one of the policemen indulgently。
 〃Do it nicely;〃 urged Psmith。 〃Don't go hurting his feelings。〃
 The second policeman gave it as his opinion that Jack was getting too gay。 The third policeman conceded this。 Jack; he said; had shown signs for some time past of asking for it in the neck。 It was an error on Jack's part; he gave his hearers to understand; to assume that the lid was pletely off the great city of New York。
 〃Too blamed fresh he's gettin';〃 the trio agreed。 They could not have been more disapproving if they had been prefects at Haileybury and Mr。 Repetto a first…termer who had been detected in the act of wearing his cap on the back of his head。
 They seemed to think it was too bad of Jack。
 〃The wrath of the Law;〃 said Psmith; 〃is very terrible。 We will leave the matter; then; in your hands。 In the meantime; we should be glad if you would direct us to the nearest Subway station。 Just at the moment; the cheerful lights of the Great White Way are what I seem to chiefly need。〃
 
 CHAPTER XVII
 GUERILLA WARFARE
 
 THUS ended the opening engagement of the campaign; seemingly in a victory for the Cosy Moments army。 Billy Windsor; however; shook his head。
 〃We've got mighty little out of it;〃 he said。
 〃The victory;〃 said Psmith; 〃was not bloodless。 rade Brady's ear; my hatthese are not slight casualties。 On the other hand; surely we are one up? Surely we have gained ground? The elimination of rade Repetto from the scheme of things in itself is something。 I know few men I would not rather meet in a lonely road than rade Repetto。 He is one of Nature's sand…baggers。 Probably the thing crept upon him slowly。 He started; possibly; in a merely tentative way by slugging one of the family circle。 His nurse; let us say; or his y

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