Say, Mr.Officer, suppose you drive me down to the creek and then bring the horse back here to a livery stable.

I'll pay you well for it.

I must get to Crow's Cliff in fifteen minutes." "I'm no errant-boy!" cried Anderson Crow so wrathfully that two or three boys snickered.
"You're a darned old crank, that's what you are!" exclaimed the stranger angrily.

Everybody gasped, and Mr.Crow staggered back against the hitching-rail.
"See here, young man, none o' that!" he sputtered.

"You can't talk that way to an officer of the law.