"
Camp laughed angrily, and ordered, "Stand aside, there."
"Don't yer worry," said the sheriff. "If he's on the car, he can't
git away. We'll send a feller up for Mr. Cullen, while we search Mr.
Gordon's car and the station."
They set about it at once, and used up ten minutes in the task. Then I
heard Camp say--
"Come, we can't wait all night for permission to search this car. Go
ahead."
"I hope you'll wait till my father comes," begged Madge.
"Now go slow, Mr. Camp," said the sheriff: "We mustn't discomfort the
lady if we can avoid it."
"I believe you're wasting time in order to help him escape," snapped
Camp.
"Nothin' of the kind," denied the sheriff.
"If you won't do your duty, I'll take the law into my own hands, and
order the car searched," sputtered Camp, so angry as hardly to be able
to articulate.
"Look a here," growled the sheriff, "who are yer sayin' all this to
anyway? If yer talkin' to me, say so right off."
"All I mean," hastily said Camp, "is that it's your duty, in your
honorable position, to search this car."
"I don't need no instructing in my dooty as sheriff," retorted the
official. "But a bigger dooty is what is owin' to the feminine sex.
When a female is in question, a gentleman, Mr. Camp--yes, sir, a
gentleman--is in dooty bound to be perlite."
"Politeness be ---- ----!" swore Camp.
"Git as angry as yer ---- please," roared the sheriff wrathfully, "but
---- my soul to ---- if any ---- ---- cuss has a right to use such
---- ---- talk in the presence of a lady!"
CHAPTER XIV
"LISTENERS NEVER HEAR ANYTHING GOOD"
Before I had ceased chuckling over the sheriff's indignant declaration
of the canons of etiquette, I heard Mr.
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