Kirk staggered to the door and
shouted lustily. When no one answered, he shook the iron grating,
whereupon a guard leisurely approached, and, after listening
stolidly to his request, went back to his post at the other end of
the hall. This time the American sent forth such an uproar that a
man evidently corresponding in authority to a sergeant appeared
with the command to be quiet.
"Let me out of here!" loudly demanded the prisoner. "I want the
chief, or the alcalde, or somebody in charge. I want to know what
I'm booked for, I want to telephone--TELEPHONE, don't you
understand?--and arrange bail. Quick, now!"
But the officer merely frowned at him, obviously threatening a
resort to force if this outburst did not cease at once.
"I tell you I want to get out," insisted Kirk. "I want to know
what I'm charged with and have my friends get bail."
The man nodded his understanding and went away, but an hour passed
and he did not return. Then another hour followed, and Anthony,
who had now begun to feel the effect of his drubbing more keenly,
renewed his clamor, with the result that a half-dozen policemen
appeared, causing Allan to retreat to a corner and mumble prayers.
From their demeanor it looked as though they were really bent upon
mischief, but Kirk soon saw that an official had come in answer to
his call.
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