Officer—I'm running no risks with murderers.
Bart and King—Murderers! (they collapse. King drops his cane, and Miss Brown makes a dive for it, and shakes it at him.)
Miss Brown—I heard ye, ye bloodthirsty thug.
King—(To Officer.) Now see here, don't be a fool. I'm George King, editor of the Gazette—
Officer—Can it, boss, everything you say will be used against you at the trial.
Bart—(Despairingly.) It only needed this!
King—Is Lieut. Mason in the guard house?
Officer—Maybe he is, maybe he ain't. I ain't sayin'.
King—Take us to him at once. He'll identify us. You can't run men in like this, on a pink headed old maid's say so. Where's your warrant?
Officer—The warrant's comin'. We hadn't time to wait for it, while you skinned out.