“But my money is at home, give me two days. I'll write to my wife and she will send it me.” The officers, with a coarse laugh, told him he must come with them meantime.
Meadows whispered Susan: “I'll pay it for him to-morrow.”
They took off William Fielding in Meadows' four-wheeled chaise.
“Where are they taking him, John?”
“To the county jail.”
“Oh, don't let them take him there. Can you not trust him?”
“Yes.”
“Then why not pay for him?”
“But I don't carry money in my pocket, and the bank is closed.”
“How unfortunate!”