A small army of Secret Service personnel surrounds Martin and me, asking, "Sir, are you okay?"

He leaped out of his limo so quickly that the Secret Service couldn't keep up. Martin is a man of action.

With both hands on my shoulders, Martin looks over my body to see whether I'm harmed. As he does this, a couple policeman vehicles pull up next to the mayoral limo, and the cops bring the unconscious guy to his feet and into one of the cars. It'll be a while before he's out on the streets again.

The Secret Service didn't have time to set up a large perimeter, so Martin and...