The rest of the ride was in silence, Warburton gazing callously ahead
and the officer watching him with a wary eye to observe any
suggestive movement. He couldn't make out this chap. There was
something wrong, some deep-dyed villainy--of this he hadn't the
slightest doubt. It was them high-toned swells that was the craftiest
an' most daring. Handsome is that handsome does. A quarter of an hour
later they arrived at the third precinct, where our jehu was
registered for the night under the name of James Osborne. He was
hustled into a small cell and left to himself.

He had kissed her! Glory of glories! He had pressed her to his very
heart, besides. After all, they couldn't do anything very serious to
him. They could not prove the charge of abduction. He stretched
himself on the cot, smiled, arranged his legs comfortably, wondered
what she was thinking of at this moment, and fell asleep. It was a
sign of a good constitution and a decently white conscience. And thus
they found him in the morning. They touched his arm, and he awoke
with a smile, the truest indication of a man's amiability. At first
he was puzzled as he looked blinkingly from his jailers to his
surroundings and then back at his jailers. Then it all returned to
him, and he laughed. Now the law, as represented and upheld by its
petty officers, possesses a dignity that is instantly ruffled by the
sound of laughter from a prisoner; and Mr. Robert was roughly told to
shut up, and that he'd soon laugh on the other side of his mouth.

"All right, officers, all right; only make allowances for a man who
sees the funny side of things." Warburton stood up and shook himself,
and picked up his white hat. They eyed him intelligently. In the
morning light the young fellow didn't appear to be such a rascal. It
was plainly evident that he had _not_ been drunk the preceding