So if I was you I'd just wait like a good girl and not make any trouble.

Your father is coming after you, and in the meantime I'll take charge of you myself." "You will like hell," gritted Johnny, and hit the sheriff on the jaw, sending him full tilt against the clerk, who fell over a chair so that the two sprawled on the floor.
For that, the third man, who was a deputy sheriff as it happened, grappled with Johnny from behind, and slipped a pair of handcuffs on his wrists.

The deadly finality of the smooth steel against his skin froze Johnny into a semblance of calm.

He stood white and very still until the deputy took him away down a corridor into another building and up a steep flight of dirty stairs to a barren, sweltering little room under the roof.
Baffled, stunned with the humiliation of his plight, he had not even spoken a good-by to Mary V, who had looked upon him strangely when he stood manacled before her.
"Now you've made a nice mess of things!" she had exclaimed, half crying.

And Johnny had inwardly agreed with her more sweepingly than Mary V suspected.