pany. But you'd better get hold of a copy of these charges against me—if you don't want me to escape."
"It's a funny world if a man can be condemned to death without any information on the subject."
"My son, we are now in the hands of the revolutionists, army cutlers, contractors, and adventurers. The Nation will touch the lowest tide-mud of its degradation within the next few years. No man can predict the end."
"Oh, go' long!" said Ben. "You've got jail cobwebs in your eyes."
"I'm depending on you."
"I'll pull you through if you don't lie down on me and die to get out of trouble. You know you can die if you try hard enough."
"I promise you, my boy," he said with a laugh.
"Then I'll let you read this letter from home," Ben said, suddenly thrusting it before him.
The doctor's hand trembled a little as he put on his glasses and read: