“Yes, I will. Now march along.”
“Where to?”
“Over to that gate.”
Barker moved on as indicated. He wanted to run for it, but Bob kept the club raised, and he did not dare.
Just as they neared the gate footsteps were heard, and a man appeared with a lantern.
“Vot’s der madder here?” he demanded, in broken English.
“This man is a robber,” said Bob. “I want him arrested.”
“By chimminy, vos dot so?”
“Yes. Are you the watchman around here?”
“Yah. I dinks me I vos hear somepotty by der yard.”