“No, he has not!” exclaimed Mr. Harrison. “Only a jury of twelve men has a right to say whether or not he is guilty. He is only held for trial.”
“Wa’al, I ain’t goin’ t’ risk no thousand dollars on him.”
“Then you’ll not go on my bond?” queried Dan.
“Not much I won’t!”
Poor Dan was down-hearted again. He counted on being allowed his freedom, for he had resolved to do his best to trace the real robbers, and so clear his good name.
“Wa’al, I guess ye’d better come along t’ jail now,” said Constable Wolff. “There ain’t nobody goin’ yer bail. Come on,” and he caught Dan by the coat sleeve to lead him away.
“Stop!” cried Mr. Harrison in a ringing voice.
“What fer?” demanded the constable.
“Dan needn’t stay in jail until his trial comes off.”
“I’d like t’ know why? Ain’t nobody goin’ his bail.”