That confesses that you've been
in camp to sell liquor to the men. I shall pay you nothing, for you're
here against the law and against the camp regulations. You're engaged in
selling liquor illegally. If I catch you in camp again on that business,
my friend, I'll arrest you and hold you until the officers come over from
Blixton and take you."
Then, in the next moment, Tom suddenly shot out:
"Harry, see to it that our friend doesn't run away just yet!"
"What are you up to?" demanded the man, as Tom stepped close once more,
while Harry rested a hand on his shoulder.
"For a rather warm evening," Reade rejoined, "it strikes me that it's a bit
odd for you to be wearing a long top-coat. I'm going to look you over a
bit."
"You get out and keep away from me!" blustered the man, raising one of his
fists. But Harry caught at that arm and held it. Treasurer Prenter, who
had been looking on with keen interest, seized the other arm.
"You let go of me, or you'll run up against the law for assault!" warned
the stranger.
His captors, however, held him, while Tom rapidly ran his hands over the
stranger's clothing. As a result, within less than a full minute, Tom had
removed two full quart bottles and six smaller ones from the fellow's
various pockets.
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