The old General laid his
hands on him, and told him he was his prisoner. He protested
and demurred and begged, making all manner of promises to
pay the debt if the officer would not take him to jail. But
Day was inexorable. Meantime the train had gone on, and the
keeper of the depot had put out the lights and gone off. There
was nobody left in the darkness but the officer and the debtor.
"Well," said the fellow, "if you are going to take me to jail
you must carry me. I won't walk." So he sat himself down
on the platform. Day tried to persuade him to walk, and then
tugged and tugged at his collar, but without the slightest
effect. He might as well have tried to move a mountain. He
waited in a good deal of perplexity, and at last he heard
the rattle of wheels on Grafton Street, and gave a loud yell
for assistance. The owner of the wagon came to the scene.
General Day demanded his help as one of the posse comitatus.
But it was as hard to the two to move the obstruction as it
had been for the old General alone. So the General put the
debtor in charge of his new recruit, and went off up street
to see what counsel he could get in the matter.
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