Стража! Стража!

           Nobbyglancedatthem,andshrugged."Neverheardof’em,"hesaid."Nowjustshutupyourrow.Youdon’twanttogomakingadinlikethat.Youcouldattractallsorts.Comeon,thisway."

           HegrabbedCarrot’sarmandbustledhimalongthestreet.

           "Whatsorts?"protestedCarrotashewaspusheddeterminedlyforward.

           "Badsorts,"mutteredNobby.

           "Butwe’retheWatch!"

           "Damnright!Andwedon’twanttogotanglingwithpeoplelikethat!RememberwhathappenedtoGas-kin!"

           "Idon’trememberwhathappenedtoGaskin!"saidCarrot,totallybewildered."Who’sGaskin?"

           "Beforeyourtime,"mumbledNobby.Hedeflatedabit.’’Poorbugger.Couldofhappenedtoanyofus."HelookedupandglaredatCarrot."Nowstopallthis,youhear?It’sgettingonmynerves.Moonlightbloodychases,mybum!"

           Hestalkedalongthestreet.Nobby’snormalmethodoflocomotionwasakindofsidle,andthecombinationofstalkingandsidlingatthesametimecreatedastrangeeffect,likeacrablimping.

           "But,but,"saidCarrot,"inthisbookitsays-"

           "Idon’twanttoknowfromnobook,"growledNobby.

           Carrotlookedutterlycrestfallen.

           "Butit’stheLaw-"hebegan.