“Are you the Williams that stopped Judge Shannon yesterday?”
“I don't know his name,” came the careless reply, “but I stopped a man in a buck-board.”
Plucking out my revolver, and pointing it low down on his breast, I said:
“I'm sent to arrest you; you must come with me to Kiota.”
Without changing his easy posture, or a muscle of his face, he asked in the same quiet voice:
“What does this mean, anyway? Who sent you to arrest me?”
“Sheriff Johnson,” I answered.
The man started upright, and said, as if amazed, in a quick, loud voice:
“Sheriff Johnson sent you to arrest me?”
“Yes,” I retorted, “Sheriff Samuel Johnson swore me in this morning as his deputy, and charged me to bring you into Kiota.”