An' I reckon I've been here
about six days, and another would have finished me."
Barkhouse's "six days" estimate provoked a smile.
"If you could get paid on your time reckoning," remarked Owens in a
humorous tone, "you'd be well off, Bob. 'Twas night before last you got
took in."
Barkhouse looked incredulous, but I nodded my support of Owens'
remarkable statement.
"However, you'll be paid on your own reckoning, and better, too," I
said; and he was thereby consoled.
"Now, we must get out of here," I continued. "Take turns by twos in
helping Barkhouse. We had better not risk staying here."
"Right," said Corson, "and now we'll just take these three beauties
along to the station."
"On what charge?" growled the man addressed as Conn.
"Disturbing the peace--you've disturbed ours for sure--resisting an
officer, vulgar language, keeping a disorderly house, carrying a pistol
without a permit, and anything else I can think up between here and the
station-house. If that doesn't satisfy ye, I'll put ye down for assault
and robbery on Barkhouse's story, and ye may look out for a charge of
murder before ye git out."
The men swore at this cheerful prospect, but as their hands were bound
behind them, and Corson walked with his club in one hand and his pistol
in the other, they took up the march at command, and the rest of us
slowly followed.
CHAPTER XXVIII
THE CHASE IN THE STORM
When we reached the entrance to our quarters on Montgomery Street the
rain had once more begun to fall, gently now, but the gusts of damp
wind from the south promised more and worse to follow.
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