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"Say you humorist" said the voice and here it rose sharply into an undignified squawk of laughter, "You innercent child comedian you Charlie Chaplin of the hoosegow you shut up or I'll come down there and bend something over your merry little face understand?" "Yes sir," said Oliver subduedly. "Ah right.
During the journey he spoke only once, and that was to say, brusquely, to his captor: "Court isn't open today, is it?" "Nope. But we're goin' to a Justice o' the Peace. Might save you a night in the hoosegow. Can't tell. Orders, anyway."
I know whatsa matter with you." "So do I." Oliver was smiling a little now, the whole scene was so arabesque. "I want to go to my hotel." "You move on. You move on quick!" said the policeman vastly. "It's a long walk down to the hoosegow and I don't want to take you there." "I don't want to go there," said Oliver. "But my hotel " "Quit arguin'"! said the policeman in a bark like a teased bulldog.
'I know you, Pete Handley, just like that. So I get up and follow this hick down the elevator and he turns me over to a cop on State Street and I am given the ride to the hoosegow. Can you beat it?" "But who was the party with the star and why the pinch?" I asked Dapper Pete. That gentleman screwed his lean, gambler's face into a ludicrous frown.
"If he talks that way, he must like you." The boys grinned back. The lieutenant was likable. "All right. Last I saw of you two, Rick was lying across the legs of the guy who had been tailing me. The next thing I heard, two men we've been keeping an eye on were in the hoosegow, one with a slug in his shoulder. And I also heard some wild tales of jumping out of windows. Now fill in the details."
I 'd suggest now that you get up, seize your deeds and accompany me to the palace of justice. Otherwise, that partner of yours will have to eat dinner in a place called in undignified language the hoosegow!" It was like warm sunshine on a cold day, the chatter of this young man in horn-rimmed glasses. Soon Fairchild was dressed and walking hurriedly up the street with the voluble attorney.
"What about the pueblo yonder?" asked the man with a jerk of his head toward the town. "The hoosegow is old and the sheriff is new." "I got ya," said the man, nodding. "We better be on our way." "I would think so." "You're a hell of a guy, you are," whined the boy. "'On yer way' from you an' not so much as 'Are you hungry? What about a little hand-out?" "Nothing doing." "Tightwad!
"We must not let the Judge see poor old Maddy in his present plight. It would infuriate the Judge to sentence those buzzards to the hoosegow for life. Then too, I must see this sheriff alone, if the plan is made to work. Drive on, my boy," he said to Goff, "and we'll try to keep in sight. See you tomorrow night, maybe," he called to Landy and Davy as the two cars got underway.
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