"Show me the warrant. I do not propose to let any one be taken out of my tent by such an old reprobate as that until I am satisfied it is done under the sanction of the law."
"Convince yourself," Uncle Nathan replied, as the constable held out a folded document. "That will show under what authority we act."
Sweet read it carefully, and handed it to the officer as he said to the old man:
"This shows that the constable has the right to take Teddy to prison; but as certain as there will be a sun in the sky to-morrow so certain will I aid him in making you suffer for doing this thing. You know he had nothing to do with the burglary committed at your store, and have only had this issued in the hope of defrauding him of what he has earned honestly."
"Talk is cheap," Uncle Nathan said, impatiently. "Officer, take your prisoner away unless you count on stayin' here all night."
The short parley between the proprietor of the museum and the accuser gave Teddy time to think of what the lawyer had said, and he added, as the constable approached him:
"I demand to be first carried to Deacon Jones'."
"Now what kind of a bee have you got in your bonnet?" the old man cried, displaying both surprise and fear. "I say you are to go to jail, an' that settles it."
"If he wants to see the deacon I'm bound to take him there," the constable said.
"Who's been makin' sich foolish talk to you?" Uncle Nathan screamed.