And I'll do just as he says." Jimmie turned toward the door, fingering the key, his eyes blinking rapidly, then he turned and faced Fremont.
"If Ned Nestor tells me it ain't no use," he said, slowly, reluctantly, "I'll have to bring the police.

I'll have to do it anyway, if he tells me to." "You'll find me here, whoever you bring," Fremont replied.

"I won't run away.

What would be the use of that?
They'd find me and bring me back.

Go on out and bring in anyone you want to.