It had come about during a terrific race riot of a few years before, and the incident will ever live in the history of Attalia. It was then this creature became crippled. He was, at the time, one of the strongest and most capable officers on the force. But, upon being sent to make an arrest, he happened onto a "bad" Negro, run amuck. He was, to say the least, however, far more fortunate than a dozen others, for they had been sent to their happy hunting ground before the riot was quelled. Since then, he had acted as a sort of bailiff.
Peeping up at Wyeth he said: "You have up collateral, do you not?"
"Pay me out, pay me out!" cried Demon, at this point.
Wyeth nodded.
"Then you step aside, and follow the officer downstairs to the clerk's office," he instructed.
"Pay me out, pay me out!" from Demon again.
Wyeth frowned and pinched him good. "I wish to confer in regard to this fellow," said he to hunchy, as they were being waited for.
In the detention room, Demon secured a loan of fifty cents from another miscreant, and a moment later, they stood before the clerk.
When the fines had been paid, the officer said: "Now Demon, you can go, but I am ordered to hold Wyeth as a suspicious character."
"Well I'll be damned!" was all Wyeth said.