I was obliged to leave her standing in her door, and go round to the other side of the prison to see the other prisoners slid in.
The moment I left Callahan, she began to rave. "By the Holy Jesus, I won't sleep on the bars. And I'll know who reported me, and what I'm reported for,—the miserable set of"—
"Callahan, stop!" I ran round and called.
Neither of the Shop Matrons appeared, and I was told that it was because they were afraid of Callahan's violence.
"No, I won't stop! I'll do something to make them lock me up. I won't sleep on the bars. It was Hardhack that reported me. I wish I'd struck her down!"
"No! no! it was Thingsly," said a voice that I did not know.
"Hardhack made the balls if Thingsly fried 'em. She's at the bottom of all the deviltry there is done here."
Then she commenced a tirade of vituperations and oaths that made my ears tingle.
In a few moments the Deputy made his appearance.
"Your No. 1 key," he said to me, and proceeded to Callahan's room.