THE WALK IN BROADWAY. 47

countryman, with a bunch of game in his
hand.

“And shure he should, if the boy insulted
his friend,” said the Irishman.

“If he was in your miserable country, Pat,
that might do, but not here, in this land of
liberty and equality. Stand up, my boy, and
this young gimtleman shall ask your par-
don.”

But the news-boy was no sooner upon his
feet than he made the best possible use of
them by running away. Mrs. Cramer now
stepped out of the yard, and placed herself by
the side of Howard.

“Do not be alarmed for me, Madam,” said
he with great apparent coolness, though the
red blood had mounted to his face, and his
eyes were glowing like a furnace, a dull, lurid
glow. )

Seeing the lady by his side, the crowd dis-
persed, and almost immediately George re-
turned, heated with the race he had run, and
almost exhausted with the violent exercise of
thrashing news-boys.

“This is capital fun. How the cowards