Two native policemen he had with him took down the buck from the hook outside the kitchen door and carried it off as evidence.
We finished our breakfast in great contentment, and strode off arm-in-arm to find the court-house, feeling as if we were going to a play--perhaps a mite indignant, as if the subject of the play were one we did not quite approve, but perfectly certain of a good time.
The court was crowded.

The bearded professor, his four boys, and two other natives were there, as well as several English officials, all apparently on very good terms indeed with Schillingschen.
As we entered the court under the eyes of a hostile crowd I heard one official say to the man standing next him: "I hope he'll make an example of this case.

If he doesn't every new arrival in this country will try to take the law in his own hands.

I hope he fines him the limit!" "Give me your hunting-knife, Fred!" said I, and Fred laughed as he passed it to me.

For the moment I think he thought I meant to plunge it into the too talkative official's breast.
First they called a few township cases.