"In that case, Mr. Warfield, of course, wishes to be released, so the prisoner is left without any bonds. It is therefore my duty to command Sheriff Brady to take him to jail, there to await his trial at the next term of court.
"Mr. Brady, in my official capacity, I now order you to carry out the mandates of the law."
At this announcement greater excitement than ever reigned, during which the sheriff pushed his way through the crowd toward the postboy.
"This is too bad," said Mr. Rimmon. "Hold on a few minutes, Brady, while I can say a word to the boy."
"Talk fast, then," said the officer. "I think we have been too easy with him so far."
Unheeding this last remark, the postmaster motioned Little Snap to come inside the office.
"I have been expecting this," were his first words. "I fear I am powerless to help you any farther, though I am none the less your willing friend. Do you think of anybody who would be likely to help you through?"
"Not unless Mr. James Renders, of Greenbrier, will."
"He would not be sufficient alone, supposing he would do it. Say, I am going to call in Mr. Warfield, and see what he will do and what he won't do. He has acted funny lately."
In answer to the request of the postmaster the politician reluctantly joined the two in their private consultation.