"I thought that the peace was pretty well disturbed already," said the banjo-player,-"there was so much noise in the street that it woke us all up. I couldn't sleep,—none of us could sleep, and I didn't see any harm in playing a tune. Whose peace could I disturb?"
"Looky here, young feller, it won't do yer any good to get flip!"
"I'm not going to get flip."
"Don't yer know that it's agin the law to play on a moosical instrument after eleven P. M.?"
"No, sir, I didn't know it. Are you going to have me executed for it? Because if you are, I hope that you'll let me consult a spiritual adviser, first."
"You're too fresh, young feller. I might have let yer off—"
"With a reppermand," put in Gregory.
"Mose, you shut your head!" said the constable.
Then he turned again to the prisoner.
"I mighta let yer off, but now I'm goin' to keep yer right here in the lockup, an' consider the case tomorrer mornin'. Take him below, Justin." Justin was the fat man, with the fan-like ears. He stepped forward.