I been balked and resisted
by the two of you; and my pistol's been stole from me and a
savage dog's been pract'c'lly sicked onto me. I'm an of'cer of
the law. And I'm going to have the law on both of you, for
int'fering with me like you have. And I'm going to get a court
order to shoot--"
"Then you haven't a court order or any other authority to shoot
him?" the Master caught him up. "You admit that! You came over
here, thinking you could bluff us into letting you do it, just
because you happen to wear a tin badge! I thought so. Now, my
pink-whiskered friend, you'll stop shouting and making faces; and
you'll listen to me, a minute. You aren't the first officer who
has exceeded his authority on the chance that people will think
he's acting within his rights. This time the bluff fails. With no
warrant or summons or other legal power to back him, a constable
has no more right on my place than any negro trespasser. What you
may or may not be able to persuade some magistrate to do about
this, I don't know. But, for the present, you'll clear out. Get
that? I've warned you, in the presence of a witness.
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