"Don't worry about that," he exclaimed.

"I'll not rush you.

Why am I arrested ?" Hugging the shotgun with his left arm, Jimmie stopped and lifted the binoculars.

He gave them a swift glance, slung them over his shoulder, and again clutched his weapon.

His expression was now stern and menacing.
"The name on them" he accused, "is 'Weiss, Berlin.' Is that your name ?" The stranger smiled, but corrected himself, and replied gravely, "That's the name of the firm that makes them." Jimmie exclaimed in triumph.