“Ah!” ejaculated the constable. “Now, Mike Bannock, I just warn you that any violence will make your case worse. Take my advice, get up and come quietly.”
“Take young Don Lavington too, then, and I will.”
“Get up, and walk quietly.”
“Not ’less you takes him.”
“Sorry to make a rumpus, sir,” said the constable, apologetically; “but I must have him out.”
“The sooner the better,” said Uncle Josiah, grimly.
“I am ready to go, uncle,” said Don, quietly. “I am not afraid.”
“Hold your tongue, sir!” said the merchant, sternly; “and stand out of the way.”
“Now, Mike,” said the constable, “this is the third time of asking. Will you come quiet?”
“Take him too,” cried Mike.