"And, meanwhile, you'll also have to—er—wait, I imagine. Have you any friends who might—er—use their influence? I think you might get out on bail. I can't say."
"Nope."
"Then the best thing that you can do is to tell a straight story and hope that the authorities will believe you. Well, I've got to go. By the way, how are you fixed financially? Just let me know if you want anything?"
"Thanks, Doc. From what you say I reckon the county will be payin' my board."
"I hope not. But you'll need some clothing and underwear—the things you had on are—"
Pete nodded.
"Don't hesitate to ask me,"—and Andover rose. "Your friend—er—Ewell—arranged for any little contingency that might arise."
"Then I kin go most any time?" queried Pete.
"We'll see how you are feeling next week. Meanwhile keep out in the sun—but wrap up well. Good-bye!"
Pete realized that to make a fresh start in life he would have to begin at the bottom.