A moment later the leader of the Push crossed the street, and took his
place in silence under the veranda. A first glance surprised the eye,
for he was a hunchback, with the uncanny look of the deformed--the
head, large and powerful, wedged between the shoulders as if a giant's
hand had pressed it down, the hump projecting behind, monstrous and
inhuman. His face held you with a pair of restless grey eyes, the
colour and temper of steel, deep with malicious intelligence. His nose
was large and thin, curved like the beak of an eagle. Chook, whose
acquaintance he had made years ago when selling newspapers, was his
mate. Both carried nicknames, corrupted from Jones and Fowles, with
the rude wit of the streets.
"Ada's lookin' fer yous, Jonah," said Chook.
"Yer don't say so?" replied the hunchback, raising his leg to strike a
match. "Was Pinkey with 'er?" he added.
"D'ye mean a little moll wi' ginger hair?" asked Chook.
Jonah nodded.
"My oath, she was! Gi' me a knockout in one act," said Chook; and the
others laughed.
"Ginger fer pluck!" cried someone.
And they began to argue whether you could tell a woman's character from
the colour of her hair; whether red-haired women were more deceitful
than others.
Suddenly, up the road, appeared a detachment of the Salvation Army,
stepping in time to the muffled beat of a drum. The procession halted
at the street corner, stepped out of the way of traffic, and formed a
circle. The Push moved to the kerbstone, and, with a derisive grin,
awaited the performance.
The wavering flame of the kerosene torches, topped with thick smoke,
shone yellow against the whiter light of the gas-jets in the shops. The
men, in red jerseys and flat caps, held the poles of the torches in
rest. When a gust of air blew the thick black smoke into their eyes,
they patiently turned their heads. The sisters, conscious of the
public gaze, stood with downcast eyes, their faces framed in grotesque
poke-bonnets.
The Captain, a man of fifty, with the knotty, misshapen hands of a
workman, stepped into the centre of the ring, took off his cap, and
began to speak.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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