CHAPTER XIV.
PRISONERS The turnkey at the inner door was slothful, sleepy and ill disposed to listen when he heard that certain callers would be admitted to the prisoner John Law.
"Tis late," said he, "and besides, 'tis contrary to the rules.

Must not a prison have rules?
Tell me that!" "We have come to arrange for certain matters regarding Mr.Law's defense," said Mary Connynge, as she threw back her cloak and bent upon the turnkey the full glance of her dark eye.

"Surely you would not deny us." The turnkey looked at Will Law with a hesitation in his attitude.

"Why, this gentleman I know," he began.
"Yes; let us in," cried Will Law, with sudden energy.

"'Tis time that we took steps to set my brother free." "True, so say they all, young master," replied the turnkey, grinning.
"'Tis easy to get ye in, but passing hard to get ye out again.