"He will come in the van with the rest of the prisoners."
"You won't forget that you promised to try an' fix it?"
"I said I would see that the officer wasn't hard on him. I can't fix anything. Have you got your witnesses here?"
"Yes; Teenie's one, an' I'm another, an' we've hired a reg'lar lawyer."
"You have? Who?"
"A man by the name of Varney."
"Well, if he is coming I reckon you will be all right, unless you have a bad case; and from what the roundsman told me the fighting didn't amount to much."
"There wasn't any of it! You see, Skip he give Teddy one in the face, an' then sent in a left-hander, an' Teddy he—"
"Never mind the story. I don't want to hear it, for I haven't the time," the officer said, as he started toward the judge's bench.
Half an hour elapsed, and then the boys suddenly saw their new friend within a sort of iron cage at one end of the room.