“Is everything all right?”
“Yes. We had some prayers, and I think it helped the fellow that prayed, and I am thinking of doing a little of it meself, when I get a chance.”
“The poor man! Remorse always sets in after they get in behind the bars, Pat. Do you know that this is a hard place to be—to work for a livelihood? You have no trouble of your own, but you worry about the other fellow’s trouble.”
“Faith, and if I had no troubles of me own, I would let the other fellow worry about his own.”
“You have no troubles to worry over. See how long you have been here, and you could not get into trouble here, could you?”
“No, I couldn’t, but I have.”
“You have? Tell me, Pat, what is wrong.”
“We had better put that off.”
“It will soon be time for Pearson’s trial, and you will be one of the witnesses. As he has confessed that he is guilty, I think it will go hard with him.”
“Now, me friend, your honor, I’m not going to kape the secret anny longer. I just as well have it out with, and you may cut down expenses and have two trials at once. I have a secret to tell you. Every bit of it is the truth, and I too am going to confess, and then, when I get the chance, I’ll pray, and perhaps I too will feel better.”