"Phwat?" ejaculated Pat.
"Take my wife!"
"Yez have none, ye spalpeen!"
"I'll have one by to-morrow!"
"An' is it Miss Peggy ye mane?"
"No other. The county pays part of the bills. I'll make this my wedding trip!"
"God save us, Mr. Dockbridge!" gasped McGinnis. "Ain't he the little divel!" he added to himself delightedly.
Peggy had at first opposed strenuously Jack's proposition. The idea of going on one's honeymoon with a policeman! Yes, it was all right to combine business and pleasure on occasion, but one did not usually associate business with marriage—at least she hoped she did not—for Jack Dockbridge knew he hadn't a cent, and neither had she. He explained guardedly that that was the principal reason in favor of the plan. They would have part of their expenses paid.
Peggy, being a New Englander, acknowledged the force of the argument but pointed out that there was still the policeman.
Then Dockbridge pictured the West in glowing colors. Why, there were so many bad men out there, one actually needed a body-guard. Had she never heard of the Nagle case? What, not heard of the Nagle case, and she going to marry a lawyer! A newly married pair could not travel alone, unprotected.