"I will, when I get time," retorted Simmons. "Grab Darrin and put the irons on his wrists, too!"
CHAPTER XXIV
Dave Gives Points to the Chief of Police
"You clumsy bungler!" spoke Dave Darrin hotly. "Chief, I demand the right to speak to you for a moment."
"After you're ironed and taken to the station house," snapped
Mr. Simmons.
"Chief, you're not afraid to step aside with me and listen to about ten words?" demanded Darrin scornfully. "And if you don't—-if you go on in your bull-headed way—-you'll be the scorn of the town by morning. Why don't you hear what I've got to say, instead of letting precious seconds slip by. Come! Over this way!"
There was something so commanding in Darrin's voice and manner that Simmons concluded to listen for a moment.
Keeping his flash-light turned on Darrin, the chief of police followed Dave. Darrin whispered something in the big man's ear. In another moment the two were whispering together animatedly.
"Why didn't you come to the point before, Darrin?" demanded the chief gruffly.
"Great Scott, didn't I, as soon as I could postpone your mania for having me loaded down with police chains?"