"But just look here, old feller, I'd like to know [hic] what for you arrest a couple—of gen'l'men for—as is decently [hic] to go home to bed."
"Breaking into a store is a new way of going to bed. You're my prisoners; so march along with you."
"Do you take us for thieves," said Arthur, startled into soberness; "we belong there, and were trying to use our pass-key."
"Let's see your pass-key, then."
"It's lost! I can find it neither in my own nor my companion's pockets."
"Good story, but won't go down, so trot along."
And the watchman, stepping between them, seized an arm of each, and hurried them off to the guard-house.
"Phew! that's more than I bargained for," said Clinton, stepping out of the archway, and looking after the retreating figures. "However, that's Grey that's got 'em, and I can make it straight by morning." So saying, he pressed his hand hard upon the ponderous key he held, and muttering, "Ah, a good time's coming," turned his steps toward the First Municipality.