The city prison was in the back of the building, and a short time later I was locked behind the bars in an iron-bound cell containing twenty or more prisoners.
Within ten minutes every man of them had asked me what I had been "run in" for.
"You're liable to be kept in here several months for vagrancy," said the prisoners.
I'll not dwell upon the horrors of that night. I didn't sleep a wink throughout the long night, and was wideawake next morning at six o'clock when the prison warden approached the cage door and shouted:
"Robert Smith"—
"Robert Smith—is Robert Smith in there?" shouted the
prison warden.
"Robert Smith in there?" he called to some of the prisoners a moment later.