But I ain't going to arrest him as an officer, when there ain't no place to put him." Tom reluctantly threw down his hammer, grumbling because they would not wait till it was too dark to drive nails, but must cut short his working day, and went over to the hotel to quell Ford.
Ingress by way of the front door was obviously impracticable; the marshal ducked around the corner just in time to avoid a painful meeting with a billiard ball.

Mother McGrew had piled two tables against the dining-room door and braced them with the mop, and stubbornly refused to let Tom touch the barricade either as man or officer of the law.
"Well, if I can't get in, I can't do nothing," stated Tom, with philosophic calm.
"He's tearing up the whole place, and he musta found all them extra billiard balls Mike had under the bar, and is throwin' 'em away," wailed Mrs.McGrew, "and he's drinkin' and not payin'.

The damage that man is doin' it would take a year's profits to make up.

You gotta do something, Tom Aldershot--you that calls yourself a marshal, swore to pertect the citizens uh Sunset! No, sir--I ain't a-goin' to open this door, neither.
I'm tryin' to save the dishes, if you want to know.

I ain't goin' to let my cups and plates foller the glasses in there.