Mr.Howland looked at the evidence which went to support the charge of intended incendiarism against his son, and to his mind, prejudiced as it was against that son, the evidence was conclusive.

In fact, the watchman's eyes had seen rather more, than in reality, was to be seen, and his testimony was strongly colored.
The required security given, Mr.Howland, without turning toward his son, or speaking to him, left the office.
"You can go home, young man," said the Mayor, addressing Andrew.
"Oh, sir!" exclaimed the unhappy boy, in a distressed tone--"I am not guilty of this thing.

Father turned me from the door because I was not at home at ten o'clock, and I had no place to sleep." "Disobedience to parents ever brings trouble," replied the Mayor, in a voice of admonition.

"Go home, and try to behave better in future.
If innocent, you will no doubt be able to make it so appear when your trial comes on before the Court." Slowly the lad arose, and with a troubled and downcast look, retired from the office.
"Where is Andrew ?" eagerly asked the mother, as Mr.Howland entered the house, after returning from the errand upon which he had gone.
"I left him at the Mayor's office," was coldly replied.
"Did you go his bail ?" "Yes." "Why didn't he come home with you ?" "I didn't ask him." "Andrew!" Mr.Howland started at the tone of voice with which his name was pronounced.

Again there was an expression in the eyes of his wife that subdued him.
"I gave bail for his appearance at Court, and then came away.