The convicts slunk away into their berths, or officiously ran to help "the doctor," with affectation of intense obedience.

The prison was like a schoolroom, into which the master had suddenly returned.

"Stand back, my lads! Take him up, two of you, and carry him to the door.

The poor fellow won't hurt you." His orders were obeyed, and the old man, waiting until his patient had been safely received outside, raised his hand to command attention.

"I see you know what I have to tell.