But I hate to hear 'em abuse him so like the dickens when he never done--that." "I do too, Tom.

Lord, I hear 'em say he's the bloodiest looking villain in this country, and they wonder he wasn't ever hung before." "Yes, they talk like that, all the time.

I've heard 'em say that if he was to get free they'd lynch him." "And they'd do it, too." The boys had a long talk, but it brought them little comfort.

As the twilight drew on, they found themselves hanging about the neighborhood of the little isolated jail, perhaps with an undefined hope that something would happen that might clear away their difficulties.

But nothing happened; there seemed to be no angels or fairies interested in this luckless captive.
The boys did as they had often done before--went to the cell grating and gave Potter some tobacco and matches.