"O'Brien has been here before. I know more about her than you do."
"Let me try her my way, Mr. Deputy?"
"Not to-night."
"In the morning?"
"I will see."
O'Brien was obliged to make the cold stones her couch that night, and little sleep did I get thinking of her. Many a time did I say to myself in its silent hours, I will have her out in the morning if it is in the power of persuasion to effect it.
After the women were locked up, Annie called to me. Her quick ears had learned, or some other prisoner had told her, that McMullins was in her own cell.
She asked,—
"Is it right to keep me in here, and let McMullins sleep in her bed?"
It was not for me to decide the right or wrong of the Deputy's orders, to a prisoner.