The door clanged to, and the noise echoed in the corridor.
“I heerd him gettin' some excited,” said the jailor.
“Some.”
“Think he's crazy?”
“That's for the court to say.”
“Ain't crazier'n this old jail. I need a new one bad, Mr. Hennion. Look at them windows! I seen mighty clever boys here. A sharp one could dig out here some night, if he had the tools.”
“Then you'd better not suggest it to Hicks.”
“Ho! He ain't thinkin' of it. He's a weakly man.”
“No, probably not.”
“He ain't got the tools, either. I know the business. Look at the experience I've had! But I need a new jail, Mr. Hennion, bad, as I told Mr. Wood.”