“Mr. Pearson, you may return to your cell. Pat, take him back to 77.”
“Oh, brother! what can I do for you?”
“Pray for me. You got me here. Except for you, I would be a free man.”
“Clarence, you may sign here. Here are the papers of freedom. I want to shake hands with you. I hope that you will never again be placed in such a position,” said the superintendent.
“I thank you, sir. I am under obligations to you for many favors, and I hope that you will always be as just to all the other prisoners as you have been to me.”
“I shall try to be. Good-bye.”
“Good-bye, sir.”
“Your carriage is here, Mrs. Pearson.”
“Good-bye, officer.”
“Good-bye, madam.”