Стража! Стража!

           Someoneseemedtohavemanagedit,though.Thefallenfigurewasgroaninglikeacoupleofbricksbeingcrushedtogether.

           "That’saturnupforthebooks,"saidthesergeantvaguely.Allthreeofthemturnedandpeeredatthebrightly-litrectanglewherethedoorwayhadbeen.Thingshaddefinitelyquieteneddownabitinthere.

           "Youdon’tthink,"saidthesergeant,"thathe’swinning,doyou?’’

           Thecaptainthrustouthisjaw.’’Weoweittoourcolleagueandfellowofficer,"hesaid,"tofindout."

           Therewasawhimperfrombehindthem.TheyturnedandsawNobbyhoppingononelegandclutchingafoot.

           "What’supwithyou,man?"saidVimes.

           Nobbymadeagonisednoises.

           SergeantColonbegantounderstand.AlthoughcautiousobsequiousnesswasthegeneraltenorofWatchbehaviour,therewasn’tonememberoftheentiresquadwhohadn’t,atsometime,beenatthewrongendofDetritus’sfists.Nobbyhadmerelytriedtoplaycatch-upintheverybesttraditionsofpolicemeneverywhere.

           "Hewentandkickedhiminnarocks,sir,"hesaid.

           "Disgraceful,"saidthecaptainvaguely.Hehesitated."Dotrollshaverocks?"hesaid.

           "Takeitfromme,sir."