“All bull,” said the other shortly.
“Perhaps. And perhaps not. I was hooted at by a gang as I came downtown to-night. They will soon begin to throw missiles and break windows.”
“Then we will have them, individually,” said the visitor, with some satisfaction.
“Ha!” grumbled Mr. Hopkins. “Somebody lights a fire and you retrieve the burned match. But you don’t stop the fire. The fellows you arrest for throwing stones—or cabbages—will not be the dangerous ones. McCarrey and Falk and those others go scot-free.”
“They are too sharp to really break the law—unless it is with their mouths,” the other admitted.
“You should be able to round up the whole gang of trouble-instigators and put them in jail.”
“You expect the impossible.”
“I do not know that. You have only just now come to Rockton——”
“I have had my men here. One of my helpers spotted that hide-out I tell you about—with the help of young Ralph Fairbanks.”
“Ha! That fellow?”