"I didn't know Jim had any particular partiality for me," said Fred, but he felt kindlier toward the boy in spite of himself.
"If you can only find out what really happened, I know we can get him out," averred Miss Ware.
"Why don't you go yourself?" said Farnsworth.
"I can't,—not till five o'clock. Of course I'm going then!"
"That's about four hours off," said Farnsworth.
"But I want something done now!" exclaimed Nancy.
"Will you go?"
"Of course. I'll start at once." Fred dropped his banter. "I'll tell you what, Nancy. I may not be able to do much right off, but I'll promise you that he has a fair chance before the grand jury."
Farnsworth started at once for the jail. It was a poor place for a boy, he reflected, as he rang the jailer's private bell. Calkins himself was not there, and his wife came to the door. She knew Farnsworth; and when he asked if he might see Jim she laughed a little, and told him to "step right in."