“And it’s my opinion that you orto put handcuffs on that feller,” said Sol.
“Which feller?” asked Bill.
“That boy Joe,” said Sol.
“Well, I ain’t got any, and I wouldn’t put ’em on him if I had,” said Bill. “He told me all about how it happened when we was comin’ over. Why, you don’t suspiciont he done it, do you, Sol?”
“Circumstantial evidence,” said Sol, fresh from jury service 127 and full of the law, “is dead ag’in’ him, Bill. If I was you I’d slap him under arrest. They had words, you know.”
“Yes; he told me they did,” said Bill.
“But he didn’t tell you what them words was about,” said Sol deeply.
The constable turned to Sol, the shaft of suspicion working its way through the small door of his mind.
“By ganny!” said he.
“I’d take him up and hand him over to the sheriff in the morning,” advised Sol.