"
"What have you got to say about it?" demanded Mr. Valden, so brusquely
that Dick flushed.
"I'm not in a position of authority, and I admit it," Prescott
replied. "But I think I have a right to object when I see a human
being tormented needlessly, haven't I?"
"You have no right to interfere in any way with an officer," rejoined
Valden less brusquely.
"Nor do I intend trying to interfere with a peace officer in anything
proper that he does," Dick went on quietly, though with spirit.
"It seems that Tag Mosher has a right to rest himself by sitting
down. If he tries again to sit down, and if you stop him from
so doing, then Tag, if he wishes, may have me summoned to court
to tell how he was tormented. I'll be willing to tell just whatever
I may see here."
Valden snorted, almost inaudibly, then turned away. Tag slid
down to the ground again, resting against the tree trunk, and
preserving absolute silence.
The time passed slowly, but at last Deputy Simmons came in a car,
followed by another car which contained a young man whom he introduced
as Dr. Cutting.
"I'll take you right back to camp," announced Dr. Cutting, after
Simmons had looked over his prisoner and then introduced the physician
to Prescott.
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