"I've already declined," Dick smiled calmly. "To that refusal
I'll add my thanks."
"Put up your hands, or I'll keep the gun turned on you and pull a trigger or two."
"Then the gun isn't loaded," chuckled Dick.
"Oh, isn't it?"
"No, for you're not bad enough, Tag, to shoot down an unarmed person who isn't your enemy."
"You'll tell the officers you saw me here, won't you?"
"Certainly."
"Then you're my enemy," young Mosher argued, with thorough conviction. "So you'll put up your hands, and take further orders, as long as I give 'em, or you'll be found taking a long nap on the grass here!"
"That's another wrong guess you've made, Tag."
Laughing softly, Dick dropped to a seat on the grass.