I say, don't put this Barry under arrest.

You want to keep him here for Mac Strann." "That's my business," growled Fatty.

"Hey, half a dozen of you gents.
Hook on to Jerry and take him up to a room.

I'll be with you in a minute." And while his directions were being obeyed he trotted heavily up the length of the barroom and out the swinging doors.

Outside, he found only one man, and in the act of mounting a black horse; the deputy marshal made straight for that man until a huge black dog appeared from nowhere blocking his path.