"To hold me down."
"Let me see."
I examined the flesh; it was a little discolored as though it had been bruised. It was evident that the tale that had been told me was true. Was it necessary for that man—or the monster—in taking the chair away from that woman, with two men to help him, to throw her upon the floor, and place his foot on her neck?
"He was pretty well seas over. He's always savage when he is. I knew he'd just had a horn when I saw him coming, and that's one thing made me mad. Look here; folks are sent down here for getting drunk. Do you think it'll ever cure 'em to put a drunkard over 'em?"
I did not make Callahan any reply; but I thought of the old proverb, "It takes a rogue to catch a rogue;" but whether a rogue may be advantageously set to cure one, is another question, and one upon which a great deal of discussion might be spent, before popular judgment would decide it in the affirmative.
Callahan had just finished washing the dirt from her face when the Deputy made his appearance.
"I gave the order that Callahan's cell should not be opened unless I was here."
"The doctor came, I supposed you sent him, and opened the cell door as I always do for him."
"What way did he come in?"
"Through the front door of the kitchen, as he often does."