Just you wait till I get dressed." Peter laced his shoes, put on his hat, and laid tie, coat, and vest negligently across the hollow of his arm.

"I can't do my tie good unless I got a looking-glass," he explained, and paused to light a cigar.

"Have one, sheriff," he said with hospitable urgency.
"Get out of here!" shouted the enraged officer.
Pete tripped light-footed down the stairs.

At the stairfoot the sheriff paused.

In the cell directly opposite were two bruised and tattered inmates where there should have been but one, and that one undismantled.
The sheriff surveyed the wreckage within.