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Updated: June 16, 2025
"You are much safer here," said the girl, with downcast eyes. "A man has brought the news that the United States gunboats are sailing up and down the river, making prisoners of all who attempt to cross from this side." "You don't say! Well, I might have known that. Then what am I to do with Stoliker? I can't keep him tied up here. Yet the moment he gets loose I'm done for."
In his present mood he pictured the worst, and imagined her the wife of some neighboring farmer perhaps even of Stoliker. These country girls, he said to himself, never believed a man was worth looking at unless he owned a farm. He would save his money, and buy up the whole neighborhood; then she would realize what she had missed.
Stoliker," he said with determination, "my friend and myself will go with you quietly. We will make no attempt to escape, as we have done nothing to make us fear investigation. But I give you fair warning that if you attempt to put a handcuff on my wrist again I will smash you." A cry of terror from one of the girls, at the prospect of a fight, caused the professor to realize where he was.
"Having now demonstrated to you the fact that you must accompany me, I hope you will show yourself a sensible man, Stoliker, and come with me quietly. It will be less exhausting for both of us, and all the same in the end. You can do nothing until you get help. I am going to see the fight, which I feel sure will be a brief one, so I don't want to lose any more time in getting back.
Yates' left arm fell across the knees of Stoliker, and he leaned more and more heavily against him. The constable did not know whether he was shamming or not, but he took no risks. He kept his grasp firm on the butt of the revolver.
"I missed it, all on account of that accursed Stoliker. Well, there's no use crying over spilled milk, but I'll tell you one thing, Sandy: although I have no ammunition, I'll let you know what I have got. I have, in my pocket, one of the best plugs of tobacco that you ever put your teeth into." Sandy's eyes glittered. "Bless you!" was all he could say, as he bit off a corner of the offered plug.
When the meal was ready, he roused the reporter and told him of his meeting with Stoliker, advising him to get back to New York without delay. Yates yawned sleepily. "Yes," he said, "I've been dreaming it all out. I'll get father-in-law to tote me out to Fort Erie to-night." "Do you think it will be safe to put it off so long?" "Safer than trying to get away during the day.
In the second place, there was no jail at Port Colborne. "Where is the nearest jail?" "The jail of the county is at Welland, the county town," replied the constable. "Very well; take them there." "But I am here as guide," repeated Stoliker. The officer hesitated for a moment. "You haven't handcuffs with you, I presume?" "Yes, I have," said Stoliker, producing the implements.
Stoliker produced a key and unlocked the manacles, slipping them into his pocket. "Ah, now!" said Yates, looking at his red wrist, "we can breathe easier; and I, for one, can eat more." The professor said nothing. The iron had not only encircled his wrist, but had entered his soul as well. Although Yates tried to make the early meal as cheerful as possible, it was rather a gloomy festival.
"This is what I call a rescue," whispered Yates to his linked companion. What is a stern upholder of the law to do when the interferer with justice is a determined and angry woman accustomed to having her own way? Stoliker looked helplessly at Hiram, as the supposed head of the house, but the old man merely shrugged his shoulders, as much as to say: "You see how it is yourself. I am helpless."
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