"It wouldn't be healthy for you, old man!" said Charlie Davis, who, with Robert, had been drawn to the scene, and heard the colloquy.
"I'd make you healthy if I had you with me for a few minutes," said Tarbox, scowling.
"Thank you; you're very kind, but my time is too valuable," said Charlie.
"What is all this?" asked a voice of authority.
It was the voice of the manager, who had been attracted by the crowd as he was going his rounds.
"The matter is that we've got a warrant for this man's arrest!" said Tarbox, pointing to the giant.
"Show me your warrant!"
It was handed him.
He smiled as he read it, and handing it back, remarked, "Your warrant is mere waste paper, gentlemen."