They reached the lockup. The door was opened, and he was led in. A small oil lamp was lighted, and set on the floor.
"Where are the handcuffs?" asked one of the captors.
"I don't know. They haven't been needed for so long that they have been mislaid."
"They won't be needed now. The man can't get out."
Rudolph's face betrayed satisfaction, but he thought it prudent to say nothing.
"There's your bed," says Moses Hunt, who had Rudolph by the arm, pointing to a rude cot in the corner.
Rudolph threw himself upon it.
"I'm dead tired," he said, and closed his eyes.
"He'll be quiet enough. We can leave him alone," said Hunt.
"All right."