"Sergeant, you that knows everything, will ye drive me mad--an' to -- -- with the State!" he said.

"Sure, it's gospel I'm telling ye, an', as you're knowing well, it's me could tell where the boys who ride at midnight drop many a keg.

Well, if ye will have your reason, it was Courthorne who put the black shame on me an' mine." Sergeant Stimson nodded, for he had already suspected this.
"Then," he said dryly, "we'll give you a chance of helping us to put the handcuffs on him.

Now, because they wouldn't risk the bridge, and the ice is not thick yet everywhere, there are just two ways they could bring the stuff across, and I figure we'd be near the thing if we fixed on Graham's Pool.

Still, Courthorne's no kind of fool, and just because that crossing seems the likeliest he might try the other one.
You're ready for duty, Trooper Payne ?" The lad stood straight.