"At your service, Mr. Officer."
Jellup had already received an explanation of the whole affair and
was aching to exercise his authority.
"Ye'r an impostor," he began, "and ef ye hadn't been caught, ye'd
have taken money on false pretenses. I was onto ye."
"Oh, now," interrupted Bob, "at two dollars Mex per day I'd have
given good value."
"Mebbe," retorted the marshal, "but these gentlemen hev come here on
particular business and they came like gentlemen. The officials o'
this city hev give their word that there shouldn't be no interferin'
with their plans. And thet's what you're a-doin'. Now git!"
Ned broke in:
"One moment, Mr. Marshall"
"Oh, that's all right, Mr. Napier," exclaimed the reporter, "he
doesn't mean just that. He knows I don't have to leave here so long
as I obey the law."
"Ye don't, don't ye?" retorted the marshal. "Well, there ain't no
back east law down here. Our law books mebbe got all burnt up. And
mebbe I happen to be purty much o' the law myself. Ye'll git and
git quick."
Again Ned interfered.
"I suppose if we ask you to permit Mr.
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