I went to the Deputy in the morning, and he forbade her interference in such matters.
She indulged herself in one more exhibition of her sweet temper with regard to the affair, and that was to tell me that she had secured my women a few hours of cool repose.
IX.
A BREAD-AND-WATER BOARDER.
One night, when the women were coming into the prison, I observed great commotion and disturbance among them. I heard a confused, mixed up, talk about beds being taken out.
Two or three of the women stepped out of the ranks, and looked up into their rooms, to see if their beds were taken out of them. Among the number was a woman by the name of Callahan.
I had heard of her as being a desperate character; but she had behaved well in the prison.
She was a tall, stout woman, with a loud voice. After she had looked into her room, and seen that her bed was gone, she turned to me, and asked,—
"What was my bed taken out for?"
"I didn't know that it was out."
She looked steadily at me for a moment; then, lowered her voice, and asked,—