You've tried to charge me the price of a pint of liquor sold in single drinks.

That confesses that you've been in camp to sell liquor to the men.

I shall pay you nothing, for you're here against the law and against the camp regulations.

You're engaged in selling liquor illegally.

If I catch you in camp again on that business, my friend, I'll arrest you and hold you until the officers come over from Blixton and take you." Then, in the next moment, Tom suddenly shot out: "Harry, see to it that our friend doesn't run away just yet!" "What are you up to ?" demanded the man, as Tom stepped close once more, while Harry rested a hand on his shoulder.
"For a rather warm evening," Reade rejoined, "it strikes me that it's a bit odd for you to be wearing a long top-coat.