“Well, I came to talk to a policeman,” Paul said, dropping the manure.
“Just a moment. He knows he shouldn’t shout abuse back.” The policeman took a few steps and lashed Ector around the head and shoulders a couple of times. Quam, keep him from noticing the hinge, Paul prayed desperately under his breath. The prayer was answered, and the policeman turned back to Paul. “Now, what were you saying?”
Quam, keep him from noticing the hinge,“I need to report something serious. Someone is out in the jungle selling rum to goblins.”
“The hell you say,” the policeman said grimly. “How do you know that?”
“That’s all,” Paul said quickly. “I just thought someone should know. I need to get back to my Ma now, I reckon she’ll want me home by supper.”
“Huh-uh, boy. You come with me.” The policeman poi
