One of the villagers rushed into the bar.
"Here's Morrison coming down the street," he said, in a tone of excitement.
"All right," said Warren, "this is my chance."
"You daren't arrest him," a by-stander said.
"Daren't I, by ——," he replied. "Here, give me a drink of whiskey."
He quaffed the glass, and went out to the front. Donald was coming towards him. He saw Warren, and crossed to the other side to avoid him.
Warren went over and intercepted him.
"You've got to come with me," said Warren, pulling out the warrant.
"Let me pass," Donald replied in firm, commanding tones, "I want to have nothing to do with you."
"But, by ——, I have something to do with you," Warren angrily retorted. "You have got to come with me, dead or alive."