“I reckon we’ll hang on to the dog until we find out who owns it,” he said.
“But you can’t hold us any longer,” protested Apostle Paul.
“Can’t I?”
“It’s a bailable offense,” said the detective. “I suppose you’ll have a hearing tomorrow, and have your bail set.”
“And have to stay in jail tonight, eh?”
“Yes; unless the judge wants to hold a night session.”
“Which he won’t,” declared Porter. “Old Judge Parkridge will take his own sweet time—and it won’t be at night.”
The sheriff removed his prisoners and the crowd filed down the stairs. Jimmy Legg moved in beside Marion and went down to the street with her. Most of the crowd headed for the Oasis, and Tex Alden was with them. He stopped long enough to see that Jimmy Legg was with Marion, but went on.
“Gee, that’s a dirty shame, Miss Taylor,” said Jimmy. “They haven’t anything on your father, nor any of the rest.”
“Oh, I know it, Mr. Legg; but what can we do?”