He must not be allowed to wander about our neighborhood.

I would go for the constable and have him arrested.
So I locked the door from the kitchen into the house and then the outside door of the kitchen, and when my wife came down we hurried off.
On the way I told her what I intended to do, and what I thought of our guest.

She answered scarcely a word, and I hoped that she was frightened.

I think she was.
The constable, who was also coroner of our township, had gone to a creek, three miles away, to hold an inquest, and there was nobody to arrest the man.

The nearest police-station was at Hackingford, six miles away, on the railroad.