Excerpt: "Casey Ryan, hunched behind the wheel of a large, dark blue touring car with a kinked front fender and the glass gone from the left headlight, slid out from the halted traffic, shied sharply away from a hysterically clanging street car, crossed the path of a huge red truck coming in from his right, missed it with two inches to spare and was halfway down the block before the traffic officer overtook him. The traffic officer was Irish too, and bigger than Casey, and madder. For all that, Casey offered to lick the livin’ tar outa him before accepting a pale, expensive ticket which he crumbled and put into his pocket without looking at it. "What I know about these here fancy city rules ain’t sufficient to give a horn-toad a headache-but it’s a darn sight more’n I care, " Casey declaimed hotly. "I never was asked what I thought of them tin signs you stick up on the end of a telegraf pole, to tell folks when to go an’ when to quit goin’. Mebby it’s all right fer these here city drivers-" "This’ll mean thirty days for you, " spluttered the officer. "I ought to call the patrol right now-""
المزيد من الكتب الإلكترونية من نفس المؤلف (المؤلفين) / محرر
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