"I'm not one to argue.

All I got to do is to carry out the Law." And he brought his second leg over the wall and seemed disposed to get down.

Other policemen appeared behind him.
"I got no quarrel with _you_--mind," said young Caddles, with his grip tight upon his huge mace of iron, his face pale, and a lank explanatory great finger to the policeman.

"I got no quarrel with you.

But--_You lea' me alone."_ The policeman tried to be calm and commonplace, with a monstrous tragedy clear before his eyes.