Whether anything serious would really have happened I was never permitted to learn, for now, in addition to myself and the Italians, all of them excited and ready to defend their lord and master, some passengers from the nearby station and the street above as well as a foreman of a section gang helping at this same task, a great hulking brute of a man who looked quite able to handle both Rourke and his opponent at one and the same time, came forward and joined in this excited circle.  Considerable effort was made on the part of the latter to learn just what the trouble was, after which the big foreman interposed with: 

“What’s the trouble here?  Come, now!  What’s all this row, Rourke?  Ye wouldn’t fight here, would ye?  Have him arristed, er go to his home—­ye say ye know him—­but don’t be fightin’ here.  Supposin’ waan av the bosses should be comin’ along now?” and at the same time he interposed his great bulk between the two.

Rourke, quieted some by this interruption but still sputtering with rage and disgrace, shouted, “Lookit me coat!  Lookit what he done to me coat!  See what he done to me coat!  Man alive, d’ye think I’m goin’ to stand fer the likes av that?  It’s naht me that can be waalked on by a loafer like that—­an’ me payin’ him more than ever he was worth, an’ him waalkin’ aaf an’ l’avin’ the job half done.  I’ll fix him this time.  I’ll show him.  I’ll tache him to be comin’ around an’ disturbin’ a man when he’s at his work.  I’ll fix him now,” and once more he began to move.  But the great foreman was not so easily to be disposed of.

“Well then, let’s caall the police,” he argued in a highly conciliatory mood.  “Ye can’t be fightin’ him here.  Sure, ye don’t waant to do that.  What’ll the chafe think?  What is it ye’ll think av yerself?”

At the same time he turned to find the intruder and demand to know what he meant by it, but the latter had already decamped.  Seeing the crowd that had and was gathering, and that he was likely to encounter more forms of trouble than he had anticipated, he had started down the track toward Mott Haven.

“I’ll fix ye!” Rourke shouted when he saw him going.  “Ye’ll pay fer this.  I’ll have ye arristed.  Wait!  Ye’ll naht get aaf so aisy this time.”

But just the same the storm was over for the present, anyhow, the man gone, and in a little while Rourke left for his home at Mount Vernon to repair his tattered condition.  I never saw a man so crestfallen, nor one more determined to “have the laa on him” in my life.  Afterwards, when I inquired very cautiously what he had done about it—­this was a week or two later—­he replied, “Shewer, what can ye do with a loafer like that?  He has no money, an’ lockin’ him up won’t help his wife an’ children any.”

Thus ended a perfect scene out of Kilkenny.