“We’ll make you as comfortable as possible,” said the jailer kindly. “I know what it is to be falsely imprisoned, if that is your case. You shall have the best cell in the building, Rube.”
“What have you done with Mr. Norton?”
“Put him in a corner by himself. He raised such a fearful row.”
A moment more and I was shown into a narrow cell, the door was closed and locked behind me, and I was a prisoner.
CHAPTER XVI.
A FRIEND IN NEED.
I was a prisoner in the Bend Center jail. It was far from being a pleasant situation, and with a heavy heart I sank down into a seat and gave myself up to my bitter feelings.
For the past few days misfortunes had been piling themselves upon me, and I could not help but wonder what the end would be, or when it would be reached.
My prison was a cold, stony place, scarcely eight feet square, and lighted by one narrow window, heavily barred, and facing a high brick wall a few feet beyond.