him.

"What in thunder you tryin' to do?" he asked in a high, squeaky
voice.

"TRYIN' TO DO? I'll show ye,--resistin' a officer! Here, Justin,
give us a hand here, won't ye?"

In the meantime the policeman was blowing a whistle to summon his
mate. Eb stooped down again, and he and the policeman looked in
each other's faces,--their noses only half an inch apart. Eb had
seen the brass buttons.

"Be you a officer?"

"You'll find out whether I am or not!" said the furious policeman,
standing up and blowing his whistle again.

"Then watcher doin' here?"

"I'm here mindin' my own business,--I was sent here to look after
this house--orders of the Chief. Who in thunder are you?"

"This here's the Kunsterble," said Gregory the Gauger, nodding his
head toward Eb, "an' we've ketched the burglars. Here they be!"

The policeman blinked at us, and once more blew his whistle. At
last the other policeman came, looking about half awake. He was
the one who had been snoring so loud.