“I don’t believe that man we’ve got in jail is Louis Havens at all!” yelled the deputy.
“Who is in jail with him?” asked Ben.
“Stroup the garage man,” was the reply. “He’s got four cases of assault and battery against him, and the man you call Havens is charged with stealing this machine.”
Just then a muscular, determined-looking man, trousers in boots and wearing a cowboy hat, approached the group, now continually increasing in size.
“Hello Sheriff Chase!” exclaimed Gilmore stepping forward.
“The sight of you sure is good for sore eyes!” returned the sheriff shaking Gilmore warmly by the hand.
After the two officers had exchanged greetings and talked for a few moments in low tones, the sheriff turned to his deputy.
“Pass over your badge and gun!” he said.
“I acted entirely within my rights,” whined the other, doing as requested.
“You acted like a fool!” replied the sheriff. “You’ve rendered your bondsmen and myself liable to heavy damages for your fool actions this morning. How much did the Japs give you for what you did for them?”