“Haw! haw! haw!” he roared. “I couldn’t fight with yeou ef I wanted to, fer I’d think yeou didn’t mean me all the time, but that yeou really ought to be fightin’ with some other feller yeou was lookin’ at. Yeou’re the funniest toad in the hull puddle!”
“I’ll arrest the whole lot of you!” threatened the policeman. “Quit that business! Come along to the police station if you want to make any complaints.”
Then he turned to the woman, saying:
“Madam, I presume you will make a complaint against this fellow,” indicating Frank.
“I certainly shall,” she promptly answered; “for it is my duty to teach him a lesson.”
“Will you come to the station?”
“Yes.”
“Permit me to accompany you,” urged the gallant man.
“You are very kind,” she said; “but I think I can get along. I will follow at a distance.”
“All right,” nodded the officer, once more gripping Merriwell’s collar savagely. “March, sir!”