“Is it a lunathick ye are? It’s a foine spictacle ye do be afther makin’ av yersilf. Av ye don’t belave it, jist shtep over this way an’ take a look at yersilf a-sittin’ on thot stool loike a frog on a log. Get down now, ur Oi’ll plaze ye under arrist!” Browning did not heed. “It’s me duty Oi’ll have to do,” declared the officer, as he advanced on the big fellow; “an’ av ye resist me, Oi’ll have to club th’ loife out av yez. It’s a lunathick ye are, an’ Oi know it. Come along now, to th’ station house.” But as he was on the point of pulling the big fellow from the stool, Browning gave him a look that made him stagger. His face worked convulsively, and he looked around for assistance. “Pull him in, Paddy!” cried one of several town boys, who had gathered to see the fun, and who felt delighted to see a student placed under arrest. “Thot Oi will!” cried the little cop, as he advanced on Bruce. He caught the big fellow by the collar and yanked him off the stool in a moment. “If it’s a bit aff trouble ye’re afther givin’ me, Oi’ll crack yer shkull wid me shillayly,” he declared. “Come on, now.” Browning did not wish to be arrested, so he tried to argue with the officer, but it was useless to talk. “It’s a lunathick Oi know ye are,” said the policeman; “an’ it’s not safe to let yez run at large.” “Take your hand off my collar!” said Bruce, sternly. “I have done nothing to cause you to arrest me.” “Now none av yer thrits to me, ye spalpane!” shouted the policeman. “Coom along!” He gave Bruce a yank. It was a comical spectacle to see the little red-headed cop yanking about the giant of the college, but it did not seem very funny to Browning. “Say,” he growled, thrusting his fist under the officer’s nose, “if you do that again, I’m going to thump you once, for luck.” The policeman had a violent temper, and very little judgment. “Attimpting to resist arrist, are yez!” he shouted, and then, without another word, he rapped Bruce over the head, bringing the big fellow to his knees. Browning had not looked for such a move, and he was so stunned that he could not rise at once, whereupon the policeman lifted his club again, as if to hit him once more. The blow did not fall. Frank’s hand caught the club and held it back, Paul Pierson and Bart Hodge yanked Browning to his feet, Danny Griswold gave the big fellow a shove, and the voice of Ned Noon was heard shouting: “Git!” This turn of affairs was not at all satisfactory to the town boys, who had been delighted when the officer started to arrest one of the college lads. At New Haven there is constantly more or less feeling between the town lads and the students. Sometimes this feeling is so strong that it is not safe for a well-known student to be caught alone in town at a late hour of the night. He is in danger of being stoned, pounded and forced to run for his life.