“The jedge is away, fishin’, an’ he won’t hold court till this arternoon. I’ll haul ye up in front o’ him, soon enough, an’ if he don’t hold ye to a higher court to answer for the larceny of one benzine buggy, I’ll miss _my_ guess. Hiram,” and the constable turned to his comrade, “I’ll git in with ’em, so’st to make sure they don’t run, then you take down the chain, an’ git in, too.”