"So I rather guess he didn't get much satisfaction from the old deacon.

But he's awful stubborn, is our efficient head of police; and if he can find any way to put that business on Nick's shoulders he will, take my word for it." Hugh only smiled as though he was not worrying about anything Chief Wambold could accomplish.

He had known the other to make several "bone-plays" since coming to Scranton, and hence Hugh did not have a very high opinion of the official's merits, though not doubting his honesty of purpose at all.
After a short time they arrived at the smithy.

Deacon Winslow lived close to his shop.

He was a big man, with the proverbial muscles of the blacksmith; and for many years he had been looked upon as a pillar in the church he attended.
Besides this he was reckoned a good man, who could always be counted on to go out of his way to do a favor for anybody.