She turned to me, and answered, but pleasantly,—
"Can't the Deputy take care of me?"
"Certainly! but you ought to have respect enough to my feelings to talk decently where I am."
"I have cut my hands awfully;" and she held out her arm towards me.
"Yes, you have. Shall I bind it up for you?"
I sent for bandages and water, and bound up her hands and arms. She washed the blood-stains from her clothes, and made herself tidy.
"That will do, Callahan! We want to lock you in now."
She looked at the key which I held in my hand.
"I am ready; lock me up."