So please, dear, won't you let us come up and talk nicely together?
I am sure the sheriff bears no ill will though his jaw is swelled a little but not much.

So we can get you out of this scrape if you will meet us halfway and be a nice sensible boy.

Please, Johnny.
"Your loving Mary V." Johnny read that last paragraph three times, and gave a snort with each reading.

If being let off easy involved the intercession of Mary V's father, Johnny would prefer imprisonment for life.

At least, that is what he told himself.