Warburton took his time over the coffee and bacon. He wanted to think out a reasonable defense without unmasking himself. He was thinking how he could get word to me, too. The "duffer" might prove a friend in need.
"Now where?" asked Warburton, wiping his mouth.
"T' th' court. It'll go hard with ye if ye're handed over t' th' grand jury on th' charge of abduction. Ye'd better make a clean breast of it. I'll speak a word for yer behavior."
"Aren't you a little curious?"
"It's a part of me business,"—gruffly.
"I'll have my say to the judge," said Warburton.
"That's yer own affair. Come."
Once outside, Warburton lost color and a large part of his nonchalance; for an open patrol stood at the curb.
"Have I got to ride in that?"—disgustedly.
"As true as life; an' if ye make any disturbance, so much th' worse."