“Do you know anybody who will be security for you?” he asked, winking at the prisoner.
Jack thought of Mr. Chatford,—but Mr. Chatford had lost faith in him, and could not be expected now to show him any favors. So he answered, faintly, “No, sir.” And the judge resumed his writing.
CHAPTER XXIV
THE PRISONER’S CUP OF MILK.
The prisoner looked anxiously at the door, and about the room, and after a little reflection said to the constable, “I’m kind of hungry. Can’t I have some breakfast?”
“Where’s the lunch Mis’ Pipkin tucked into your pocket?” said Sellick. “Here it is, all right. She knew you would come to your appetite.”
Jack had hoped to be taken down into the grocery, and at the moment he did not thank Mrs. Pipkin for her kindness.
“Can’t I have something to drink with it?” he asked. “They have milk in the grocery; I can pay for a cupful.” And he took from his pocket the solitary half-dollar, which was all the riches he could command, out of the hoard of treasure he had found so lately, and lost, and regained, and perhaps lost again forever.
“Here, sonny!” said Sellick to a boy in the crowd (every boy was “sonny” to him), “take this money and go down into the grocery and buy a cup of milk, and bring back the change, and you shall have a penny for your trouble. And be spry, for we must eat our breakfast while the judge is making out his papers.”