I got red all over again at this invitation, and was taken with a new panic.
"Who are your folks? What's the name of the place?" the judge asked encouragingly.
"Jasonville, Indiana."
"What's the matter with Jasonville, Edward?" he asked more sharply. "Why do you blush for it?"
"I had rather not tell with all these folks around," I answered, looking at the young lady.
His Honor must have found something in my case a little out of his ordinary experience, for he took me back into his own room. He got me started on my story, and one thing led to another. His manner changed all of a sudden: he no longer tried to be smart, and he seemed to have plenty of time. After that long night in the jail I wanted to talk. So I told his Honor just how it had been with me from the beginning.
CHAPTER III
JASONVILLE, INDIANA