By this exhausting method the examination reached its end, and
Samuel was led back to his cell.
"Did you stick to your story?" asked his cellmate.
"Of course," said he.
"Well, if it is true," remarked the other, "there'll be something
doing soon."
And there was. About an hour later the sergeant came again and
entered. He drew the two men into a corner.
"See here, young fellow," he said to Samuel in a low voice. "Have you
got anything against young Lockman?"
"No," replied Samuel. "Why?"
"If we let you go, will you shut up about this?"
"Why, yes," said the boy, "if you want me to,"
"All right," said the sergeant. "And you, Charlie--we've got you dead,
you know."
"Yes," said the other, "I know."
"And there's ten years coming to you, you understand?"
"Yes, I guess so."
"All right. Then will you call it a bargain?"
"I will," said Charlie.
"You'll skip the town, and hold your mouth?"
"I will."
"Very well. Here's your own kit--and you ought to get through them
bars before daylight. And here's fifty dollars. You take this young
fellow to New York and lose him. Do you see?"
"I see," said Charlie.
"All right," went on the sergeant. "And mind you don't play any monkey
tricks!"
"I'm on," said Charlie with a chuckle.
And without more ado he selected a saw from his bag and set to work at
the bars of the window. The sergeant retired; and Samuel sat down on
the floor and gasped for breath.
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