"Good evening, Mr. Tarbox," said the constable, desisting from his employment.
"Good evenin'. I've got some work for you to do."
"What is it?"
"I want you to make an arrest."
"Who's the party?" asked Sam, in a tone which betrayed some apprehension.
"It's the Norwegian giant at the circus."
"Come now, Mr. Tarbox, you're joking," said Spriggins.
"Joking!" shouted Tarbox. "Do I look like joking? Why, this Enoch came into my lot this afternoon and nearly killed me. It's an outrageous case of assault and battery, and here's the warrant for his arrest duly made out by Squire Price."
"Is he very large?" faltered the poor constable.
"Very large! He's eight or nine feet high," said Tarbox.