"I told you you hadn't oughter dally. What's to be done now?"
"I reckon we'll just have to give it all up," the sheriff responded with a sickly grin. "Call it off."
"Call it off? But you can't call it off. Officers of the law have got to do their duty no matter what."
"Yes—yes! Of course. I only meant we'd call it off for the present—for today, p'raps."
"An' let the thief escape? No sir—ee! We've got to go through with this thing now we've started if it takes a leg. We'll walk round by the shore."
"It's too far. My feet would never carry me that distance."
"They've got to. Come along."
"I can't walk in all these clothes. This collar is murderin' me."
"Oh, shut up, 'Lish. Quit whinin'."
"I ain't whinin'. Can't a man make a remark without your snappin' him up, I'd like to know? Who's sheriff anyhow—me or you?"