"Done," he muttered. "But you've got to stay with me, you local man."
"All right," said the chief, laconically.
"And as two able-bodied men might, with a little help, manage to grip one sick fellow, I guess you'll send that patrolman back to the city hall," said Captain White.
The chief went outside, and Captain White addressed the silent figure at the window. "Miss Chelda, we want to have as little fuss about this thing as possible. Will you give orders to have some fishing-rods for us to thrash the river, while we wait for the return of that party?"
"Yes," she said, walking quickly past them, "and I will have lunch served here for you at once."
There was a suspicious readiness in the young lady's manner, and H. Robinson restlessly addressed his companion. "I guess she's told you what a fine bird your friend Lancaster is?"
"Right you are."
"It's an offence to interfere, obstruct, or oppose an officer—"
"Skip that," interposed Captain White. "You've got sense enough to know that the mistress of this place is an exception to all rules, and she's wrapped up in Lancaster's daughter."
"So, so,—I know it."