“You are not certain that Mr. Jukes has it, I dare be sworn!” cried Charley, looking at him, fixedly.
“Oh yes, I am—I’ll swear that!”
“You will?”
“Take my oath on it. I seed it in his hand, when he made the seizure, and he ort to a gev’ it me afore he went away.”
“But he did not!”
“No; he was so okkepied with his prisoner that he took it with him.”
“Then you must go after him!”
“No, thank you.”
“Yes, you must! You have no warrant you know, therefore, you are not in possession. In point of fact and of law—you are guilty of an act of trespass. You had better go.”
“Shan’t budge a hinch.”