“I hoped that at last we had found a place which the prisoner could fill. I felt somewhat at ease. I felt that I had done my duty to my brother as well as I could under the circumstances. I hoped that my arrangements would please him and also please the superior officer when he returned. And, by the way, it was time for him to return. I wondered if he had enjoyed his vacation.
“‘Well, your honor.’
“‘What is it, Pat?’
“‘Your pet has refused to carry a full bucket of water, and stands there and looks at it as if he never saw water before. He will not speak a word. I do believe he is petrified—turned to one of those things which looks like a man and is a dead one.’
“‘Pat, I can hardly believe you. I shall have to see for myself. Close the door behind us. We can not leave it unlocked to tempt our prisoners.
“‘You are falsifying, Pat. Is not that the fellow, going there with that bucket of water?’
“‘To be sure it is.’
“‘Then why did you come to me with such reports?’
“‘I came with the truth, your honor, and if the man can be dead one minute and alive the next, then I want to deal with the live ones all the toime.’
“‘You perhaps do not understand how to handle him.’