"We'll see. Hey," to his two assistants, "keep a close watch. I'm going for a local search warrant. Don't let Andy Wildwood leave that tent. The minute he does, nab him. Mister, I hereby notify you that these two men are my regularly appointed deputies."
"All right," nodded Marco calmly.
"Watch out, boys. I won't be gone half-an-hour."
At that moment a waddling man came up smoking an immense pipe.
"Ha," he said to Mr. Marco, "I vant mine drums."
"Wait a minute, Snitzellbaum," directed Marco.
Marco held the newcomer at bay until Wagner had disappeared in the direction of the town.
Then, leaning over, he whispered in the ear of the rotund musician.
"Ha! ho! hum! vhat? ho—ho! ha—ha!"
"Hush!" warned Marco, with a quick glance at the constable's deputies patrolling up and down. "Will you do it?"