midnight
Hedin scarcely heard the question . `` It was McNabb 's gal . Her throwin ' you over fer this here Wentworth did n't give you no license to steal her old man 's fur coat , all right -- but maybe you ai n't so onlucky , at that . Folks says she 's all right -- a little gay an ' the like of that -- but runnin ' the streets at midnight , like she was a Saturday , with a guy that goes after 'em like Wentworth ! Call it gay if they want to , but if it was anyone but old McNabb 's daughter , they 'd be callin ' it somethin' else . '' Smash ! Hedin 's fist drove with terrific force into the flappy jaw , and the big officer reeled , and crashed into the snow between a row of ash barrels , and a dilapidated board fence .