"THE SHADOW ON THE HEART" Just off Main street, under the left wing of the court-house, lay the little county jail.

It frowned down from behind its fierce mask of bars and spikes, and boldly tried to make the town forget the number of prisoners that had escaped its walls.
In a small front cell, beside a narrow grated window, Ricks Wilson had sat and successfully planned his way to freedom.
The prisoner who now occupied the cell spent no time on thoughts of escape.

He paced restlessly up and down the narrow chamber, or lay on the cot, with his hands under his head, and stared at the grimy ceiling.

The one question which he continually put to the jailer was concerning the latest news of Judge Hollis.
Sandy had been given an examining trial on the charge of resisting an officer and assisting a prisoner to escape.

Refusing to tell what he knew, and no bail being offered, he was held to answer to the grand jury.