"Well, you can let me see him, can't you?"
"What good will that do?"
"Why, I jest want to brace him up a little. You see, he's pretty green, an' he must be feelin' awful bad by this time. I won't stay more'n five minutes, if you'll let me see him."
"All right; go down-stairs. You'll find him in one of the cells; and if the turnkey says anything, tell him I sent you."
Carrots did not wait for further instructions; but, fearful lest the permission should be withdrawn, hurried down the stairs at once, and was making a tour of the cells with the purpose of finding his friend, when the officer in charge stopped him.
"What do you want here?"
"The sergeant sent me down to see a friend of mine, that's all; an' I'm lookin' for him."
"The boy they brought in this noon?"
"That's the very one."