"Come along, Spriggins!" said Mr. Tarbox, pulling after him the reluctant constable.
Spriggins would have enjoyed a leisurely examination of the Albino sisters, the wild man from Borneo, the living skeleton, and the fat lady, but none of them had attractions for Mr. Tarbox, whose soul was fired by the desire for revenge. All too soon they reached the chair where in massive dignity sat Anak, the Norwegian giant.
As Anak's eyes rested on the approaching visitors, he looked amused.
"I'm glad to see you, my friend," he called out, in the deep tones natural to him, to Tarbox.
"And I'm glad to see you," said Tarbox, spitefully. "I came here expressly to see you."
"You're very kind," said Anak. "Take a good look. There ain't so much of me as there is of my friend, Mme. Leonora," with a wave of the hand towards the fat lady; "but you can look at me as much as you want to."
"I shall soon see you in a prison cell," said Mr. Tarbox, sternly. "Constable Spriggins, do your duty, sir."
Poor Spriggins gazed at the immense man before him, with his heart gradually sinking down into his boots. Never in all his life had he been placed in such an embarrassing position. What utter nonsense it was for him to think of leading out such a monster by the collar. Why, he couldn't begin to reach up to Anak's collar.
"Can't we compromise this thing?" he asked, faintly.
"No, we can't, Spriggins; I insist upon your doin' your duty."