"There! that's jest what I thought you was up to," Carrots said, in rather a cross tone.
"Why, what's the matter? Don't you want me?" Teenie asked in surprise.
"Of course I'm glad to have you come, Teenie; but I am busy to-night, an' talkin' with you is bound to upset things."
"What are you doin'?"
"You see, I took the job of gettin' that feller from Saranac out er the station-house; an' it's goin' to be a pretty hard one, I'm 'fraid, as things are lookin' now. If I can get him clear of the scrape, you'll see some fun one of these days, 'cause this thing ain't goin' to stop here, I'll tell you that. I only wish I knew what ought ter be done."
"How have you been tryin' to fix it?"
"Well, I've talked with some of the fellers that saw the row, to get 'em to go down to court an' tell how it happened; but they're so terribly 'fraid of Skip they don't dare to say their souls are their own."
"Well, I do," Teenie replied, bravely. "I saw the whole of the scrap, 'cause I was there before it began."
"Will you tell that when the chap's brought inter court to-morrow mornin'?"
"'Course I will, if you'll stand by me in case Skip tries to come his funny business; 'cause that's what he says he's goin' to do to anybody who helps the feller from the country."