"What officer?"
"That officer I put in here."
"Oh! that drunken fellow?"
"Yes; where is he?"
"The last I saw of him, he picked up his coat, and said he was going to supper."[8]
"Going to supper, was he! Ho! I see it! Sergeant, run to the guards, and tell them if they let him out, I will have every one of them hung up by the heels."
This was rather a useless punishment, considering that the prisoner was already far away.
But the sergeant departed to muster the guards. Shortly after, Wells, who had resumed his seat, said in a meditative tone:
"Had he a coat?"
"I suppose so, sir," I returned, "or he would not have taken it."