A Negro boy brought his breakfast of corn bread and bacon in a dirty tin plate.
John looked at it a minute with a curious smile: “No, thank you, my boy, I’ve just had my breakfast of ambrosia. I’ll take a chair, however, if the jailor can spare one!”
“Yassah, I’ll tell ‘im when I goes down,” he replied. “But I spec dey ain’t none lef. We got lots er boarders now.”
He placed the plate on the floor by the door, and grinned.
“Dey wuz er young lady come ter see ye las’ night, sah, but dey wouldn’t let ’er in!”
John smiled.
“What time was it?”
“Bout two er clock.”