"We'll have to hold him, then. It's a great pity. I don't suppose he could get a ten-dollar bail." The superintendent shook his gray head thoughtfully. His subordinates did the same, with an exaggerated air of distress.
"Where am I? Oh!" What horror in that exhalation, as Isaac realized the place he was in! He staggered to his feet.
"Give me my bag, quick!" he exclaimed. "I will go."
"I'm afraid you can't go yet." The superintendent spoke as if he hated to do his duty.
"Not go? Why not? You have no right to hold an innocent man!"
"In cases of assault and murder, the witnesses must be held until they can furnish bail. That is the law." The white-haired man hurried his explanation, as if he were ashamed of it.
"I will come back."
The officer shook his head.
"I give you my word I will." Isaac clasped the rail pleadingly.
"I'll have to lock you up to-night; the judge will settle the amount of your bail to-morrow."