“We left him on the beach with the sheriff; but I wouldn’t advise you to go around there,” said Dick, as Wallace handed his bridle to Forbes and moved away. “Mr. Newton desired me to say to all of you that he doesn’t wish to be interrupted.”
“You shut your mouth, and keep your advice until you are asked for it!” said Wallace, fiercely.
Knowing Benson as well as he did, he dared not leave him alone with the officer; so he kept on, and presently those who remained behind heard loud voices on the other side of the cabin.
An animated conversation was kept up for a minute or two, and then the officer appeared, bringing Wallace with him. The latter was angry and excited, while the sheriff’s face wore a determined look.
“Steve,” said he, addressing one of the horsemen, and speaking in an authoritative tone of voice, “I shall have to ask you to take charge of this young man.”
“Hello! He’s been arrested,” whispered Dick.
“And I ask you once more, and for the last time, to take your hands off me!” howled Wallace, trying in vain to twist his arm out of the officer’s grasp. “You want to look out for me, for I’m dangerous when I’m riled.”
“Arthur, if you don’t behave yourself, I shall put you under close restraint,” said Mr. Newton, sternly.
“You mean by that, that you will put the bracelets on me, I suppose!” yelled Wallace, who acted for all the world like a crazy boy. “You can’t do it. Now, I am going to show you what Wild Harry is made of.”
Before the officer could prevent it, Wallace thrust his hand into his hip-pocket, and when he brought it out again, he brought with it an ivory-handled revolver.