Now, Mr. Renshaw, I believe you know
what you're to do."
"Yes, sir," nodded the superintendent, from the doorway, and vanished.
"We'll take our leave, now," sneered Hawkins, "unless you have some further
humiliation in store for us."
"Just one," Tom declared, "so you can't go just yet."
"Oh, all right," Hawkins laughed fiercely. "You'll have to pay for this
unlawful detention."
"You can tell the officers all about that," Tom suggested tantalizingly.
"Mr. Renshaw has just gone to telephone for them."
"The officers? Police?" snarled Hawkins.
"Yes. Did you imagine that you could keep on defying all the laws? You've
just threatened me with a taste of the law. You may try a taste yourself,
Professor Hawkins!"
"Let us out of this place!" insisted Hawkins angrily. "Come on, friends!"
He rallied his own force of seven men and started toward the door.
"Of course you can try to get away," Reade warned the fellow. "But the
effort will cost you all broken heads, to say the least. I have placed
you all under arrest for breaking the laws of Alabama, and, before we'll
let you go, we'll break a few bones for each of you."
Outside the workmen of the camp were thronging by this time.
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