“This is a mere formality, of course; but you will understand.”
“You mean I am under arrest, I suppose.”
“Yes, of course; what else?” he answered in curt quick tones. “Are you armed?”
“I have a revolver; here it is,” and I put my hand to take it out.
“Stop him,” said the official sharply; and a soldier caught my arm, while the sergeant plunged his hand into the pocket I had indicated and drew out the pistol.
The official smiled with dry significance as he examined it and said—
“Ah, and loaded, I see. I expected it. Take him to the guard-house.”