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Renmark took a step toward them, and stopped. Yates, with his usual quickness, came to the rescue, and his cheery voice relieved the tension of the situation. "Come, come, Stoliker, don't be an idiot. I do not object in the least to the handcuffs; and, if you are dying to handcuff somebody, handcuff me.

I am simply starved to death, Mrs. Bartlett, and this hard- hearted constable refuses to allow me to ask you for anything." Mrs. Bartlett came out through the gate to the road in a visible state of indignation. "Stoliker," she exclaimed, "I'm ashamed of you! You may hang a man if you like, but you have no right to starve him. Come straight in with me," she said to the prisoners.

If he attempted to search for the key in the long grass, the chances were ten to one that Stoliker would stumble on the pistol before Yates found the key, in which case the reporter would be once more at the mercy of the law. "Stoliker, you're evidently fonder of my company than I am of yours.

The camp was strewn with these engrossing, paper-covered works, and Yates had read many of them, hoping to came across a case similar to his own, but up to the time of Stoliker's visit he had not succeeded. "Hello, Stoliker! how's things? Got the cuffs in your pocket? Want to have another tour across country with me?" "No. But I came to warn you.

These officers always stick by each other; they're bound to. I want to go alone with Stoliker. I have a score to settle with him." "Now, don't do anything rash. You've done nothing so far; but if you assault an officer of the law, that will be a different matter." "Satan reproving sin. Who prevented you from hitting Stoliker a short time since?" "Well, I was wrong then. You are wrong now."

Stoliker was hit on a tender spot, for he owned a farm. "Better apologize to the professor and let us get along. Good-by, all. Mrs. Bartlett, that breakfast was the very best I ever tasted." The good woman smiled and shook hands with him. "Good-by, Mr. Yates; and I hope you will soon come back to have another." Stoliker slipped the handcuffs into his pocket again, and mounted his horse.

Stoliker began to feel, poor man, that the paths of duty were unpopular. Old Hiram could always be depended upon to add somberness and taciturnity to a wedding feast; the professor, never the liveliest of companions, sat silent, with clouded brow, and vexed even the cheerful Mrs. Bartlett by having evidently no appetite.

He knew of instances where the very danger of losing a man had turned a woman's wavering mind entirely in the man's favor. When he had reached this point, the door from the dining room opened, and Stoliker appeared. "We are waiting for you," said the constable. "All right. I am ready." As he entered the room he saw the two girls standing together talking earnestly.

Bartlett went to the gate again. The constable was still on his horse. Hiram had asked, by way of treating him to a noncontroversial subject, if this was the colt he had bought from old Brown, on the second concession, and Stoliker had replied that it was. Hiram was saying he thought he recognized the horse by his sire when Mrs. Bartlett broke in upon them.

"Very well, stay there," said Yates, twisting his hand around so as to grasp the chain that joined the cuffs. Getting a firm grip, he walked up the road, down which they had tramped a few minutes before. Stoliker set his teeth and tried to hold his ground, but was forced to follow. Nothing was said by either until several hundred yards were thus traversed. Then Yates stopped.

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