Don't you worry." "Thank you, but it isn't the arrest that is really bothering me," Prescott answered.

"It's the feet that I'm fooled out of playing this afternoon.

And Darrin and I had been trained for so many special tricks for today's game that I'm almost afraid my absence will make a difference in the score.

But, Herr Schimmelpodt, if you want to help me, do you really mind dropping in at the store and telling my father, so that he can come down to the court room?
Yet please be careful not to scare Dad.

He has a horror of courts and criminal law." "I bet you I do der chob---slick," promised the German, and hurried away.
"There goes a man that's all right, from his feet up to the top of his head," declared Officer Hemingway.
On the streets Dick's appearance with Hemingway attracted little notice.