"It's none of your business who began it." "I shall arrest you for a breach of the peace," said the policeman.
"I don't reckon you will.

Do you see my nose?
Look at it! Don't you see that it is knocked into a cocked hat ?" said Flanger fiercely.
"I see it is; but what has that to do with this matter ?" asked the negro officer.
"That man shot my nose off!" roared Flanger.

"I am going to kill him for it, if it costs me my head!" "You shall not kill him here," protested the guardian of the peace.

"You have been drinking too much, sir, and you must go with me and get sobered off." The two policemen walked up to him with the intention of arresting him; but he showed fight.

He was too tipsy to make an effectual resistance.
His companions in the saloon huddled around him, and endeavored to compel the policemen to let go their hold of him; but they held on to their prisoner till two more officers came, and Flanger was dragged out into the street, and then marched to the jail.
Christy was very much surprised that nothing was said to him by the officers about the affair in which he had been one of the principal actors.