"You're glad of it!" said Tarbox, suspiciously. "You don't want to do your duty."
"I've tried to do it, and it's no use," said the constable, with a little show of spirit. "If I had the strength of a yoke of oxen, I might do something; as it is, I can't."
"You'd better come quietly, Enoch," said Tarbox, his own courage beginning to fail.
A crowd had collected about the two, and derisive smiles and remarks greeted the lamentable failure of Tarbox's scheme of revenge.
"Get a wheelbarrow, mister," said a boy from a neighboring town.
"Hadn't you better try a derrick?" suggested a man beside him.
"You must be a lunatic!" said another.
"We'd better go, Mr. Tarbox," said Spriggins, uncomfortably.
"I won't stir," said Tarbox, looking around him with a scowl, "till I see that warrant served. I wish I was a constable."