"I've a warrant here for you, sir," the constable continued.
"For me!" Porshinger exclaimed. "What do you mean, fellow—do you know who I am?"
"It don't make no difference to me who you are, sir. I'm doin' my duty, in the name of the law, and I'm arrestin' you because I've a warrant here what orders it."
"Arresting me for what?" Porshinger demanded.
"For assault and battery."
"At whose instance?"
Burke passed the warrant across.
"This gentleman here is the prosecutor, I believe," he said. "Now come with me and see the magistrate. He'll fix the amount of bail."
Porshinger took the warrant and read it.
"So!" he sneered. "What do you think to gain by this business, Lorraine?"