"I thought you were friends of mine," disgustedly.
"We are," Sam hastened to assure him. "If we weren't we'd have called
in the sheriff long ago."
"What's the sheriff got to do with it?"
"He's got a warrant for your arrest--for assault and battery, malicious
mischief, and assault with intent to kill. Besides, the folks
hereabout have got it in for you. I wouldn't be surprised if they hang
you--give 'em half a chance."
"I know they would, damn 'em, but as long as they don't see me they
can't lynch me, and they ain't likely to see me here in your house,
Felix. But I don't like the idea of that warrant."
"I suppose not," said Felix. "A warrant follows you all over while a
necktie party generally stays close to home. And no matter what the
present sheriff does, I got an idea Bill won't forget that warrant any
after he takes office-- Yeah, I know, cuss him out by all means, but
after all, what are you gonna do about it?"
"I didn't think he'd swear out a warrant," said Jack.