He reprimanded me for being late for breakfast, and told me I was lucky to get any.

Fred and Will had waited for me, and while we ate alone and I told them the story of my morning's adventure a police officer in khaki uniform tied up his mule outside and clattered in.
"Whose buck is that hanging outside the kitchen ?" he demanded.
"There's some doubt about it," I said.

"I've been accused of being the owner." "Then you're the man I want.

The court sits at nine.

You'd better be there, or you'll be fetched!" He placed in my hand what proved to be a summons to appear before the district court that morning on the charge of carrying an unregistered rifle and shooting game without a license.