Manuscripts/Mixed Material [Dunnell #13]
“That wasn't quite the worst of it, either. The lunch was gone. And so was Darby's straw hat. Not to mention a collection of tools, like handcuffs and blackjacks and pistols - sort of tools of the trade that Darby had. The fellers used to say that Darby would never be able to arrest anybody. That before he had time to make up his mind which tool to use that he'd be knocked cold. But the whole tool kit went with the car. And all Darby had left was his bare hands and his bare head.
“He thought he seen a car that looked like his turning from Main Street into High. So he run out into the street, and 'most scared a man to death by jumping on to the running board of his car and telling him to get going. He explained matters somehow and the feller did his best. But as all he had was a model T Ford, he wan't no match for the feller in Darby's car - if it was Darby's. So Darby dropped off at the Weldon and ‘phoned ahead. He notified everybody clear to Boston. But it didn't do no good. His car was gone. But I guess the state police don't pay much attention to what a feller says. They ain't much love