You've got to come along of me now.

If you can explain it, that is all right, and you will soon be back again." "All right," said Tom, agreeing, because he saw the uselessness of holding out.

His brain was busy, though, trying to think out a plan.
"I must just step inside, and break it to my wife--" "Oh yes, and empty your pockets of all the rest of the bad money you've got!" burst out Bob, unable to control himself.

"Likely tale that, eh!" The policeman stepped over and laid his hand on Tom Smith's shoulder.

"There's one or two other little matters too," he said.
"You're wanted for some little affair about a girl and a dog.
Is that the dog ?" "She's my own niece--" "Is she?
All right; you've only got to prove it, and that you're her lawful guardian, and a fit and proper person--" A sharp scream suddenly rent the air, and made them all start.
Emma Smith, waking from her heavy sleep, had heard the sound of voices, and looking cautiously out of the window, had caught sight of the policeman grasping her husband by the arm.