“Man! I’m not going behind the bars on any such freak ideas as yours. I shall not be disgraced by a prisoner who has no cause to fear me, just because he has a name like mine and makes the statement that he fears me.”
“You understand it all. Pearson, here is Pat. You may occupy cell No. 77, next to that of your brother.
“Come along, Pat. Take charge of Mr. Pearson, here.
“Give me your arms, officer.”
“I will never do so, not as long as I have a drop of blood in my body. I shall not give up my arms and allow Pat, the scoundrel, to place me behind the bars.”
“You will have it to do, sir. I will see that you do. Hand them over to me.”
“I refuse to do so. I will die before I do.”
“Well, me friend, you had better ask your God about that. Perhaps you are a little perverse about going.”
“You are not acting wisely, Pearson. You had just as well be brave and await the outcome.”