"Well, pal, if yer puts it dat way, I can't refuse yer. I did kinder reckon you'd stan' by me when I was hauled up, an' I t'ought your influence might fix t'ings; but, if it's der way you say, I'll take me medicine, an' never open me trap. Is dat satisfactory?"
"You have not been placed under arrest at all—understand that?" demanded Officer Murphy.
"Sure."
"And you know nothing about a row in this place. Catch on?"
"Sure."
"You're doing this for your friend Merriwell. See?"
"Sure."
"That's all. We'll have a drink all around on Jackson, and I'll club the head off you, Kirby, if you blow anything."
Frank took seltzer, while the others drank beer or whiskey, according to their fancy.