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"Do you know anything about it?" "I turned him loose," said Lorry, without hesitation. "What for?" "I changed my mind. I didn't want any blood-money for arrestin' a tramp." "That's all right. But you can't change the law so easy. That man was my prisoner. Why didn't you come to me?"
'Never mind, replied Sam. 'P'raps you may ask for it five minits arterwards; p'raps I may say I von't pay, and cut up rough. You von't think o' arrestin' your own son for the money, and sendin' him off to the Fleet, will you, you unnat'ral wagabone? At this reply of Sam's, the father and son exchanged a complete code of telegraph nods and gestures, after which, the elder Mr.
Then we went up to our room and the Cap'n laid down on the bed. He was beat out, he said, and wanted to rest up a spell afore haulin' anchor for another cruise." "Where's the arrestin' come in?" demanded Stitt. "Comes quick now, Bailey. Plenty quick enough for me and Jonadab, I tell you that!
"Faith there's little pay he gets, I'm thinkin'." "Why don't the police arrest him?" "Mebbe they will, sir." "I'll see that they do." Burke smiled. "And what do you find so amusing, Mr. Burke?" "It's a wondher the English government doesn't get tired of arrestin' them. As fast as they DO others take their place.
Besides, in these days of German spies, 'twould be an awful thing to be found on us. S'pose the house was to be searched. We never could make the police believe how we came to have it. They might take us and shut us all up in prison Martin and all." Her voice shook with terror. "I guess they wouldn't go arrestin' us, Mary," declared Jane soothingly.
I see yeour man 'n' the marshal here arrestin' 'em pooty lively last month; they sed 'twas yeour doin'; yeow was a gwine ter prossacute every livin' son o' hell them wuz thar words thet sold whiskey ter Injuns." "That's so!" said the Agent. "So I am; I am determined to break up this vile business of selling whiskey to Indians.
Never had so little fuss arrestin' rivermen before in my life." The officer's face turned a slow brick-red. For a moment he said nothing, then exploded with the utmost violence. "Then why the devil am I dragged up here with my men in the night?" he cried. "Who's responsible for this insanity, anyway?
"Miss, I'm arrestin' him." "Oh!... For what?" "Rustlin' your father's cattle." For a moment Columbine was speechless. Then she burst out, "Oh, there's a terrible mistake!" "Miss Columbine, I shore hope so," replied Burley, much embarrassed and distressed. Like most men of his kind, he could not bear to hurt a woman. "But it looks bad fer Moore.... See hyar! There!
Ask him to come forward an' look at yore bronco's hoof. That's all you'll have to do." Sanders voiced a profane and vigorous protest. "Have you forgot who this guy is you're arrestin'? Go-Get-'Em Jim is no tenderfoot kid. He's chain lightnin' on the shoot. If he suspects me one steenth part of a second, that will be long enough for him to gun me good." "He'll not have a chance.
He drew a pad toward him and wrote a few lines, then shoved the tablet of paper toward Sanders. The latter tore off the sheet and put it in his pocket. Sanders spoke again, abruptly. "Understand one thing, Prince. I don't have to take part in the arrest. I only tell you where to find him." "And take me to the spot," added the sheriff, "I'll do the arrestin'."
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