“No’m.”
“Why not?”
“’Cause he might take ’em up.”
“And you think you are right?”
“What good’d it do? If he arrested ’em an’ the judge fined ’em they’d have to go to jail.”
“Well, you seem to like to associate with them. You boys appear to enjoy their society. You could all be together.”
“Together?” repeated Connie in an alarmed voice, while Art’s magazine fell to the floor.
“Certainly,” went on Mrs. Trevor. “The marshal says he is going to ask the mayor if he shouldn’t arrest all of you. I suppose that means you’ll all be put in jail.”
Connie adjusted his collar. “I think I’ve got to go now, Mrs. Trevor,” he said at last. “It’s getting late.”