“All aboard for Middleport!” shouted Higgins, as moderately this time as a gentlemanly conductor should speak.
“My time is nearly up, sir,” I added to the colonel. “If you have any further business with me, please to state it as quickly as possible.”
“You must go over to Centreport with me, and arrange this business,” replied the magnate, gruffly.
“No, sir; I cannot do that.”
“Then Captain Synders must arrest you.”
“Very well, sir; let him do so. I am willing to go to jail and stand trial on the blowing up. Have you made a complaint against me?” I asked of the honest skipper.
He was too candid to tell a lie, and he made me no answer.
“Have you a warrant for my arrest?” I demanded of Captain Synders.
“I can take you without a warrant,” growled the constable.
“Do so, then. If you wish to arrest me, I will submit.”