“I am not the court,” replied the attorney, smiling.
“Well, if the court isn’t a damned fool it’ll know he wouldn’t have padlocked the gates the week before to keep himself out,” stated the colonel conclusively.
“The government might easily assume that he did that purposely to divert suspicion from himself. At least, it is no proof of innocence.”
Colonel Pennington snorted.
“The best thing to do now,” said the attorney, “is to see if we can get an immediate hearing, and arrange for bail in case he is held to the grand jury.”
“I’ll go with you,” said the colonel.
They had been gone but a short time when Guy Evans was admitted to Custer’s cell. The latter looked up and smiled when he saw who his visitor was.
“It was bully of you to come,” he said. “Bringing condolences, or looking for material, old thing?”
“Don’t joke, Cus,” exclaimed Evans. “It’s too rotten to joke about, and it’s all my fault.”
“Your fault?”