"I come from a country," said he, "where it's too hot for chilblains. But what's the plan?"
"We'll get a policeman," answered Matt, "and have him keep in the background while we're talking with Red-whiskers. As soon as we're sure he's the man we want, we'll signal for the officer to come forward and take him in tow."
"Keno! We'll let the law juggle with Red-whiskers. But wouldn't it have been better to let the law get in its work at Turk Bremer's? There'd be plenty of light there so we could see what's doing."
"Those dives on the 'Front' are dangerous places, Joe, and it's well for us to leave them alone. As it is, we'd better walk in the middle of the road when we get to Clay Street."
"Surely, surely. I reckon your head's as level as they make 'em. How am I for a pard, anyhow?"
"A One," said Matt heartily.
"Shake!" cried McGlory, and they stopped to seal their friendship with a cordial grip.
When close to the "Front" they encountered a policeman and told him as much as necessary in order to get him to lend a helping hand.
"If we're going to make an arrest," demurred the officer, "we ought to have a warrant."
"There's no time for that, officer," said Matt.