"Couldn't you call on some other constable?" pleaded Spriggins, nervously. "You see, it's very inconvenient for me to leave my work."
"No; you're the man, and it's your legal duty to serve the warrant. Besides, the other constable's out of town."
"When do you want the man arrested?" faltered Spriggins.
"I want you to go right over to the show with me now."
"Do—do you think he'll be violent?" asked the constable.
"I can't say," answered Tarbox. "Anyhow, the law is on your side, and I'll go with you, and stand by you."
Sam Spriggins never in his life so deeply regretted that he had accepted the office of constable.