"Yes," said Tarbox, grimly. "Spriggins, read the warrant."
"Read it yourself, Mr. Tarbox."
Tarbox did so with evident enjoyment, but Anak's enjoyment seemed no less.
"Ho, ho, ho!" he shouted. "This is a joke!"
"You won't find it much of a joke," said Tarbox. "Come, Spriggins, do your duty."
"Mr. Enoch," said the constable, in a trembling voice, "if you'll come with me without making any fuss, I'll see that you are well treated."
"Suppose I don't?" said Anak.
Spriggins looked helplessly at Tarbox. That was a question he could not answer.
"Then it'll be the worse for you," said Tarbox, who was always ready to make up for his companion's deficiencies.
"Can't you wait till the performance is over?" asked the giant, smiling.