Nat could not help thinking that the night man had the easier time of it, even if he did make the most arrests.
"Now here's the warrant, George," said the sergeant. "Bring that fellow in, and we'll lock him up."
"Oh, I'll bring him in all right. He'll not get away from me. Let's see, I've got my revolver and my club. Guess I'm all right."
"You go right along with him," the sergeant directed Nat. "Point out the man you want and he'll bring him in."
"Yes, I'll get him," declared George. He started from the police station, followed by Nat. When he reached the door, the officer suddenly turned back. "Come near forgetting my badge," he said, in explanation. "It wouldn't do to arrest a man without my badge. He might think it was only a bluff. Give me my badge, sergeant."
"First you know, you'll forget your head," murmured the sergeant, as he passed over a big tin star.
"I take it off when I lay down for a nap of an evening," the policeman said to Nat. "Some of the points might stick me, and I'd get blood poisoning. You can't be too careful in this business. I knowed a policeman once——"
"Say, if you're going to arrest that man you'd better get a move on," advised the sergeant. "That boat's due to leave at daylight, I heard, and it ain't far from it now."
"All right, I'm going now. I'll be back in a little while with the prisoner. Get a cell ready for him."
"Oh, the cell will be ready when you are."