He puckered his lips, but the big policeman held up his hand.
“Shtop,” he said, “und learn der right way. Und learn also dot a rolling shtone can’t vistle for a cent.”
Big Fritz’s heavy moustache rounded into a circle, and from its depths came a sound deep and mellow as that from a flute. He repeated a few bars of the air the tramp had been whistling. The rendition was cold, but correct, and he emphasized the note he had taken exception to.
-“Dot p is p natural, und not p vlat. Py der vay, you petter pe glad I meet you. Von hour later, und I vould half to put you in a gage to vistle mit der chail pirds. Der orders are to bull all der pums after sunrise.”
+“Dot P is P natural, und not P vlat. Py der vay, you petter pe glad I meet you. Von hour later, und I vould half to put you in a gage to vistle mit der chail pirds. Der orders are to bull all der pums after sunrise.”
“To which?”
“To bull der pums—eferybody mitout fisible means. Dirty days is der price, or fifteen tollars.”
“Is dat straight, or a game you givin’ me?”