"Come with me," and the officer laid his hand heavily on Jet's shoulder.
"What's the matter?" Jet asked, as he tried to release himself, but succeeded only in getting such a choking as nearly deprived him of breath.
"You'd better come along without any trouble, for I don't want to club a little shaver like you."
"But I'm going to New York, an' that man has got my money."
"I reckon you won't need it yet awhile."
"Tell me what business you've got to haul me off like this?"
"You'll find out soon enough."
By this time quite a crowd had began to gather, and realizing that it would be useless to make any further objections, Jet added:
"Let up on my collar a little so's I can breathe, an' I'll go along peaceable."
The officer did as he had been requested, but not to such an extent that there was any danger his prisoner would have an opportunity to escape, and the two walked rapidly along the street followed by a throng of boys.