"What do you want?" asked Anak, in some curiosity.
"Produce your warrant, Spriggins," said Tarbox.
The constable mechanically drew it out from his inside pocket.
Tarbox saw that he must take the initiative, and he was perfectly willing to do so.
"Enoch," he said, "this man is an officer of the law. He has a warrant for your arrest."
"For my arrest?" inquired Anak, opening his eyes in amazed surprise.
"Yes, for assault and battery on me, Nathan Tarbox, and the murder of my dog, Bruiser. Such things can be done in Norway, p'r'aps, but they ain't allowed in the State of Massachusetts. Spriggins, do your duty."
The constable looked at the giant uncomfortably, and edged away a little.
"What!" said Anak, shaking his sides, "does he want to arrest me?"