He had to look twice, however, before he
could be sure that that was his boy in the middle of the tumult.
He rushed in, and sent the assailants flying in all directions.
The girl thanked Diamond, and began sweeping as if nothing had
happened, while his father led him away. With the help of old
Tom, the waterman, he was soon washed into decency, and his
father set him on the box again, perfectly satisfied with the
account he gave of the cause of his being in a fray.
"I couldn't let them behave so to a poor girl -- could I,
father?" he said.
"Certainly not, Diamond," said his father, quite pleased,
for Diamond's father was a gentleman.
A moment after, up came the girl, running, with her broom
over her shoulder, and calling, "Cab, there! cab!"
Diamond's father turned instantly, for he was the foremost
in the rank, and followed the girl. One or two other passing
cabs heard the cry, and made for the place, but the girl had
taken care not to call till she was near enough to give her
friends the first chance. When they reached the curbstone -- who
should it be waiting for the cab but Mrs. and Miss Coleman! They
did not look at the cabman, however. The girl opened the door
for them; they gave her the address, and a penny; she told the
cabman, and away they drove.
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