How do I know you are a constable?
Where is your authority ?" "This 'ere's mah authority," replied the mountaineer, patting his revolver holster.
Hippy stepped a little closer to the constable.
"And 'this 'ere's my authority' for saying that you are no more a constable than I am!" retorted the Overlander.
_Whack!_ Hippy's fist landed on the point of the mountaineer's jaw, and the mountaineer went over backwards, landing heavily on the ground unconscious from the blow.
"Hippy! Oh, Hippy darlin'! What have you done ?" wailed Nora.
"Hit him! Hit him again before he can get up!" cried Emma excitedly.
"Be quiet, you little savage," admonished Anne.
"You surely have done it this time, Hippy Wingate.

Now we _are_ in for trouble," rebuked Grace Harlowe.
"Brown Eyes, this fellow is a rank fraud.

He isn't a constable, and I will wager that, were he to think there were such an animal within a mile of him, he would hit out for the bushes right smart." "I agree with you.

But, Hippy, you shouldn't have done that.

The man was only bluffing.