"Mosher," said the deputy sternly, "Officer Simmons suspects that you believed we'd be after you, and that you tore up some of the planks from this crazy old bridge, so that our car would be wrecked. Did you do that?"
"Oh, I suppose I must have," replied Tag, with the air of one who feels it fruitless to deny what peace officers were prepared to charge against one of his bad reputation.
"Then you admit damaging the bridge?" asked Valden.
"I admit nothing of the kind," Tag retorted.
"Who ripped the boards up?"
"I don't know."
"We'll prove it against you," declared Valden positively.
"Oh, I s'pose you will," grumbled Tag. "It's easy to prove anything against old Bill Mosher's son. My dad's where he can't help me."
"Are you going to play the baby act?" asked the deputy, half-sneeringly.
"Wait until I've had a week of good eating and sound sleeping, and then see if you can find anything babyish about me," snapped the prisoner.