"No."
"Have you any arms?"
"Only a quail gun."
"Search the place."
The guard searched the rooms, ransacking drawers and chests. They took everything of value they could find, including the shotgun and powder flask.
The sick woman at length recovered her power of speech and turned to
Brown.
"If you've arrested my husband for anything, he's a law-abiding man. You can let him stay here with me until morning."
"No!" Brown growled.
"I'm sick and helpless. I can't stay here by myself."
"Let me stay with my wife, gentlemen," Wilkinson pleaded, "until I can get some one to wait on her and I'll remain on parole until you return or I'll meet you anywhere you say."