The man had kept pretty cool up to this time, but as soon as the acting inspector called his number, he commenced to rave and swear, and tried to dash his handcuffs in Nick’s face.
One of the officers on duty grabbed him, and he quieted down.
“I guess that the jig is up, as you seem to have me marked, so go ahead with what you are going to do,” he snarled.
“The inspector is going to give you a chance to save yourself from Sing Sing if you will be square, but if you are not, you are going up the river for a long time,” said Nick.
The fellow’s belligerent spirit once more came to the surface, and he screamed:
“You have no right to send me there for simply driving a wagon!”
“You hid the men that attacked the officer, here,” said the inspector, pointing to Nick.
“What of it if I did? You can’t send me up for that!”
“No; but I can have you sent up on this old indictment, that perhaps you had forgotten,” said Nick, with a bland smile.
“You will have to tell me what the charge is before I will tell you anything.”