“Yes.”
“Well, we sent him up yesterday for fifteen years.”
“Fifteen years!” Allan recalled the white face of the man at the police station. It was the first time that any one he had ever seen had been sent to prison. Fifteen years! It seemed like a sentence for life. Could that white face grow any whiter in fifteen years?
“He was a hard case,” said Mr. Thornton.
“He was that,” said Dobbs. “As bad as they make them. But a queer fellow; you never could make him out.”
“What did he say when they sentenced him?” Allan asked of Dobbs.
“Not a word, you couldn’t get anything out of him. Even ghosts speak, they say. But this one was silent as the grave.”
“Did you take the zebra?” broke in McConnell.
“No,” said Dobbs. “I was just flirting with him. But I think I will take him.”
It ended by their all following the zebra, who looked very much amused, and finally came over to push his nose through the wires.