"I'll break every bone in your body for this!" howled Captain Shivernock.
"Not yet, captain," interposed Mr. Beardsley. "You may have something else to break before you do that job."
"Who are you?" demanded the wicked nabob, with what was intended as a withering sneer; but no one wilted under it.
"A deputy sheriff of Waldo County, at your service; and I have a warrant for your arrest."
"For my arrest!" gasped Captain Shivernock, dismounting from his high horse, for he had a wholesome fear of the penalties of violated law.
"Here is the document," added the sheriff, producing a paper.
"For what?"
"For breaking and entering in the night time, in the first place, and for an aggravated assault on Jacob Hasbrook in the second."
"What assault? You can't prove it."
"Yes, we can; we went a-fishing down in Saturday Cove this morning, and we caught a bundle, containing a pair of boots, a blue frock, and other articles, including the stick the assault was committed with. They were sunk with half a pig of lead, the other half of which I found in the Juno. I hope you are satisfied."