Something or other had evidently disturbed him very much.
While on his part John Smith, with the same light in his face and the same fire in his eyes, went off in the prison van.
He heard very little of what was going on around him.

He seemed to be quite apart in some dreamland, some world of his own.

When the coarse suit of prison clothes was brought to him, instead of the disgust the attendants expected to see, there came over his face a smile.

To himself he said: "I could almost kiss them for her sweet sake." "That man is no thief," said one of the warders.

"I do not care if they did catch him with the watch in his hand, he is no thief! I know the stamp!" How he passed that first day and night was best known to himself.