[CHAPTER XIII.
IN AND OUT OF LEEVILLE.]
“Mr. Hawkins,” said Matt, attempting to argue the matter, and show the constable the error of his way, “you’re a little mistaken in this matter.”
“’Way wide of the trail,” chipped in McGlory.
“You can’t teach me no law,” scowled the constable. “I know my business.”
“Of course you do,” went on Matt, signing to McGlory to let him do the talking. “I’m not saying that you don’t know all about the law, or are not trying to do your duty. It’s the fellow at the other end of the line who has started you wrong.”
“D’you own this car?” demanded Hawkins, slapping the broken hood.
“No, but——”
“Didn’t you run away with it?”