"No," said Tarbox, decidedly. "The warrant must be served now. You have no discretion." "I'd like to oblige the gentleman," said the constable, who wanted to avoid trouble and see the performance. "You can't. It won't be allowed." "What's the use of losing the benefit of our money, Mr. Tarbox?" "That's my affair. I don't want to see the circus. I consider it a wicked snare to lure souls to Satan." "But I don't; you can go, you know," suggested Spriggins. "No; I shall stay here to see that you do your duty." "You have no charge over me," said the constable, with some spirit. "All the same you need looking after. Enoch, if you defy the law you'll find it the worse for you. This ain't Norway." "No; we've got no such fools as you in Norway," retorted the giant. "Tell me what you want." Tarbox whispered to Spriggins. The latter in a tremulous voice said, "Enoch, I arrest you in the name of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, and I require you to come with me at once." "Come and take me," said Anak, his broad face relaxing with a smile. "What do you mean?" asked Tarbox, quickly. "I mean that I shan't stir from this chair. My contract with this show requires me to sit here. If the constable wants me, he must take me by force. He needn't be afraid. If he can take me he may." Even Tarbox looked rather nonplussed. Both he and Spriggins together would have found it impossible to carry off a giant weighing over four hundred pounds. "You see, we'll have to give it up," said Spriggins, with evident pleasure. "You're glad of it!" said Tarbox, suspiciously. "You don't want to do your duty." "I've tried to do it, and it's no use," said the constable, with a little show of spirit. "If I had the strength of a yoke of oxen, I might do something; as it is, I can't." "You'd better come quietly, Enoch," said Tarbox, his own courage beginning to fail. A crowd had collected about the two, and derisive smiles and remarks greeted the lamentable failure of Tarbox's scheme of revenge. "Get a wheelbarrow, mister," said a boy from a neighboring town. "Hadn't you better try a derrick?" suggested a man beside him. "You must be a lunatic!" said another. "We'd better go, Mr. Tarbox," said Spriggins, uncomfortably. "I won't stir," said Tarbox, looking around him with a scowl, "till I see that warrant served. I wish I was a constable." "It wouldn't be healthy for you, old man!" said Charlie Davis, who, with Robert, had been drawn to the scene, and heard the colloquy. "I'd make you healthy if I had you with me for a few minutes," said Tarbox, scowling. "Thank you; you're very kind, but my time is too valuable," said Charlie. "What is all this?" asked a voice of authority. It was the voice of the manager, who had been attracted by the crowd as he was going his rounds. "The matter is that we've got a warrant for this man's arrest!" said Tarbox, pointing to the giant. "Show me your warrant!" It was handed him.