This was the one important thing to do in view of what he had learned, but it would be necessary that none of the townspeople should see the letter, and the manager of the company was so angry with him that it was a question if he would attend to the matter.
He seated himself in one corner of the room, where his face could not be seen plainly, and waited for this particular constable to leave the building.
In about an hour the prisoners tired of giving a free concert, and, finding they were not likely to be amused any longer, the visitors took their departure.
From one of his companions Jet begged a few leaves out of a note-book, from another he borrowed a pencil, and thus equipped he sat down to detail what he thought was important news.
"Sending for money to pay your fine, Jet?" one of the party asked jokingly, and this caused the others to think of what they might do.
"I reckon a good many of us had better try the same game," a second man said seriously. "The manager can't get us out of the hole, and we may as well begin to hustle for ourselves."
"It won't cost much to do it," Jet replied, thinking that if a number of letters were sent from the jail his would attract less attention.
Nearly all the party concluded to make the attempt, and a call was made upon the turnkey for envelopes.
Jet offered ten cents to pay for the same, and in a short time the note-book was stripped of its leaves as each prisoner set about making a written appeal for funds.
The question of postage was next raised, and to this Jet was forced to respond, in order that his missive should be sent without delay.