“Yaw, py shimminy!” he gurgled! “he don’d arrest you a hurry in alretty.”
Frank’s friends were on hand. Ephraim and Hans were there.
Barnaby Haley gasped with surprise, and the policemen hesitated a moment.
“What’s this? what’s this?” spluttered the manager.
“Business, by gum!” declared the Vermonter.
“Yaw!” nodded Hans, “id peen pusiness.”
“This man attacked Storms.”
“Waal, I guess it was a gol darn good thing for Havener that he did. Mebbe Storms has fixed Havener anyhaow.”
“What do you mean?”
“Jest take a look at Havener an’ you’ll find aout.”