“Umm hum! You had better be glad I didn’t break your jaw. You’ll be all right in a few days and in the meantime the quiet of the lock-up will be very good for your nerves.”
“Ah, then that is some work that Herz and I can do,” cried the count. “These men must be taken to jail, and why should not we attend to it? Eh, Adolph!”
“Certainly!” Herz had been looking very grim ever since Chloe had dropped the tray of second helpings for Helen.
“I wish we had handcuffs,” said Mr. Sutton.
“Why, that is hardly necessary. I should think Herz and I with pistols could take four poor devils, unarmed, to jail. Especially since one of those devils has been already put out of business by this skilful surgeon,” laughed the count.
“Yes, and I’ll go along with you,” sighed Mr. Sutton who was accustomed to early retiring. This midnight rioting was not much to his taste, but he was determined as magistrate of the district to see the matter safely through.
“Why, my dear man, there is not a bit of use in your going. You can trust Herz and me to land them safely.”
“Well, all right, but I feel responsible for the good of the community and these black devils must be locked up in the court-house jail before many hours.”
“You had better take my car,” suggested Dr. Wright. “It will hold the six of you more comfortably.”
“Oh, not at all! Mine brought six of us over here from Weston and can take six away. The prisoners can stand on the running-boards, all but the injured one, and he can sit by me. If any of them attempts to escape we can wing him quite easily.”