“I don't blame him much for that,” said the policeman, who was aware of Mike's shady reputation, having on a former occasion been under the necessity of arresting him. Even without such acquaintance, Mike's general appearance would hardly have recommended him to Officer Jones.
“I'll let you go this time,” he said, “but if I catch you fighting again on my beat I'll march you off to the station-house.”
Mike was glad to escape, though he would almost have been willing to be arrested if Paul could have been arrested also.
The officer walked away, and Mike started down the street.
Paul followed him.
That didn't suit Mike's ideas, as he was anxious to meet Jim and divide the spoils with him.
“What are you follerin' me for?” he demanded, angrily.
“I have my reasons,” said Paul.
“Then you'd better stay where you are. Your company ain't wanted.”
“I know that,” said Paul, “but I'm going to follow you till I find my basket.”