Spriggins would have enjoyed a leisurely examination of the Albino sisters, the wild man from Borneo, the living skeleton, and the fat lady, but none of them had attractions for Mr. Tarbox, whose soul was fired by the desire for revenge. All too soon they reached the chair where in massive dignity sat Anak, the Norwegian giant. As Anak's eyes rested on the approaching visitors, he looked amused. "I'm glad to see you, my friend," he called out, in the deep tones natural to him, to Tarbox. "And I'm glad to see you," said Tarbox, spitefully. "I came here expressly to see you." "You're very kind," said Anak. "Take a good look. There ain't so much of me as there is of my friend, Mme. Leonora," with a wave of the hand towards the fat lady; "but you can look at me as much as you want to." "I shall soon see you in a prison cell," said Mr. Tarbox, sternly. "Constable Spriggins, do your duty, sir." Poor Spriggins gazed at the immense man before him, with his heart gradually sinking down into his boots. Never in all his life had he been placed in such an embarrassing position. What utter nonsense it was for him to think of leading out such a monster by the collar. Why, he couldn't begin to reach up to Anak's collar. "Can't we compromise this thing?" he asked, faintly. "No, we can't, Spriggins; I insist upon your doin' your duty." "What do you want?" asked Anak, in some curiosity. "Produce your warrant, Spriggins," said Tarbox. The constable mechanically drew it out from his inside pocket. Tarbox saw that he must take the initiative, and he was perfectly willing to do so. "Enoch," he said, "this man is an officer of the law. He has a warrant for your arrest." "For my arrest?" inquired Anak, opening his eyes in amazed surprise. "Yes, for assault and battery on me, Nathan Tarbox, and the murder of my dog, Bruiser. Such things can be done in Norway, p'r'aps, but they ain't allowed in the State of Massachusetts. Spriggins, do your duty." The constable looked at the giant uncomfortably, and edged away a little. "What!" said Anak, shaking his sides, "does he want to arrest me?" "Yes," said Tarbox, grimly. "Spriggins, read the warrant." "Read it yourself, Mr. Tarbox." Tarbox did so with evident enjoyment, but Anak's enjoyment seemed no less. "Ho, ho, ho!" he shouted. "This is a joke!" "You won't find it much of a joke," said Tarbox. "Come, Spriggins, do your duty." "Mr. Enoch," said the constable, in a trembling voice, "if you'll come with me without making any fuss, I'll see that you are well treated." "Suppose I don't?" said Anak. Spriggins looked helplessly at Tarbox. That was a question he could not answer. "Then it'll be the worse for you," said Tarbox, who was always ready to make up for his companion's deficiencies. "Can't you wait till the performance is over?" asked the giant, smiling. "To be sure," said Spriggins, quickly. "Anything to oblige."