The two prisoners arose, sullen enough in their appearance.
"Dexter, you have been guilty of disturbing the peace. I do not believe a mere fine sufficient in your case. I therefore sentence you to serve thirty days in jail. Driggs, your primary offense was about as great as Dexter's, but your offense is worse, for you are a police officer, and you tried to throw the strength of your position around the acts of the prisoner. The court therefore sentences you to sixty days in jail."
"We both wish to appeal, your honor," cried Dexter, his face aflame.
"Dexter's bail will then be fixed at two hundred dollars; Driggs's at four hundred dollars. Are you prepared to furnish bail?"
"I will furnish the cash for both of us," announced Abner Dexter, drawing a roll of banknotes from a pocket.
Mrs. Dexter and her lawyer filed out while this matter was being arranged with the clerk of the court. Dick and his friends, at a sign from the court, left the room as soon as they had received their fees as witnesses.
"So he pays the money, Dexter does, and walks out?" grunted Dan Dalzell.
"Oh, no," Dick answered. "Dexter and his friend have to be tried over again in a higher court. That money is just their forfeit in case they don't show up for trial."
"They won't," predicted Greg.
"I don't know," murmured Dick. "Six hundred dollars would be a lot of money to lose."