He had not
thought of this.
"You have no right to arrest me," the man went on. "I have done
nothing to you."
"I don't know whether you have or not," Sandy said. "I think you've
been tryin' to, but couldn't do it. I'm suspicious of you. That's
it--I arrest you on suspicion!"
"That's no charge," cried the man, struggling to his feet and trying
to break away. But Sandy held him firmly. "Besides, you are not an
officer, and have no warrant."
"I don't need any!" cried Sandy, who had that point clear enough in
his mind. "Any citizen of the United States can make an arrest if he
wants to, and I'm a citizen. So I arrest you, whatever your name is,
on suspicion."
"Suspicion of what?"
Again Sandy was puzzled.
"I don't just know," he confessed. "I'll leave that to Squire
Blasdell. He's th' law-court around here--and he's a hard one, too.
I'll take you afore him. So come along. You've been trespassin' on
our place, anyhow, and I can make that a charge if I can't any other.
Come along."
Sandy was young, strong and vigorous, and the man, though almost his
equal, was tired out from his long run before he had taken to the
auto. Besides he was badly jolted up by the sudden and unceremonious
manner in which he left the car.
"All right, I s'pose I've got to come," the man admitted in a sullen
manner.
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