"Come out of that cot, you clown! Give me your name and station!"
"I'm Marshal, and I suspect that you are a late pig sandwich, or caused by one. I shouldn't eat so late."
"Say 'sir' when you reply to me. I am no pig sandwich and I do not commonly call on fools. Get on your feet, you clod."
And wonderingly Marshal did.
"I want the list that was stolen. Don't gape! Get it!"
"What list?"
"Don't stall, don't stutter. Get me our tax list that was stolen. It isn't words that I want from you."
"Listen, you cicada, I'll take you and—"
"You will not. You will notice that you are paralyzed from the neck down. I suspect that you were always so from there up. Where is the list?"
"S-sent it to Washington."