"That's it exactly."
"Where to?"
"To the county jail!"
Poor Mrs. Bordine.
She reeled under the blow, and began to cry—broken utterly under the stroke.
Sergeant Railing was merciless, however, and the poor widow was obliged to keep him company to prison.
CHAPTER XVIII.
A DESPERATE ENCOUNTER.
"How far do we have to go?" queried August, after the hack had rattled on for some minutes in silence.
"Eh?"