“You’re all right—they have put you in a cell with me,” I hastened to reassure him, and then he sat up.
“Who—what——” he paused. “In a cell, eh? And they caught you, too?”
“Yes.”
“That’s too bad.” He drew a deep breath. “Did you fight with them?”
“No. I saw it would be no use.”
“I was a fool to do it. I’m too hot-blooded for this sort of work. I ought to have stayed in Boston reporting local affairs.”
“Are you a reporter?”
“Hush! Yes; but I don’t want it to become known if I can help it. They think I am nothing more than an inquisitive American.”
“Then why did they lock you up?”