JIM. I've resigned.
BOLLINGER. I got your letter. You hadn't resigned last night; you know there's a law for you, Mr. Radburn.
JIM. That's all right.
BOLLINGER. You'll have to "do time."
JIM. [Smiling.] When?
BOLLINGER. This session—you git a taste of the jug this morning.
JIM. Not this morning!
BOLLINGER. Well, we'll see—you go with us.
Murmur and start.
JIM. [Again in sudden warning.] Hold on, boys—[Pause and recovery of calm.] I claim everything this side of the fence. Now I know it ain't sociable, but I don't want you to come in. Whenever the District Attorney gits his witnesses together, I'll be there, but I won't go this mornin'—[Pause.] and anyhow I won't go with such a mangy lot of heelers as you've scraped up this trip.