A mighty but familiar jingling of bells proclaimed that the "wagon" was on the way, and in an incredibly short time they were pushed inside. As the door closed, with a bigger cop than the others between the culprits (?) and the door, these words came to Wyeth's ears: "Idling and Loitering!"
"Youse the cause a-this," accused the chauffeur angrily.
Wyeth laughed outright.
"How c'n you laf 'n' us on the way t' the lock-up!"
Wyeth laughed in earnest now, while the bull smiled naively.
"I wish I'd a-neve' seen you," said the other wearily.
"It's vain to make such wishes now;" and then something occurred to him. He had been to the bank, but had, fortunately, not deposited all he had. "Say, Governor," he cried, "if a man should put up money when he is taken before the clerk, or whoever it is that receives us, would they allow him to return without locking him up?" His inquiry was eager. The other replied:
"Most assuredly."
"Good! How much will I have to put up to keep from being locked up?"
"About ten dollars and seventy-five cents."