How lonely and dejected and helpless was the expression of that figure! The sheriff went to the door and unlocked it.
"Hello, Grimshaw," he said sternly.

"Step out here." It all went to my heart--the manners of the sheriff so like the cold iron of his keys and doors--the dim candle-light, the pale, frightened youth who walked toward us.

We shook his hand and he said that he was glad to see us.

I saw the scar under his left ear and reaching out upon his cheek which my stone had made and knew that he bore the mark of Cain.
He asked if he could see me alone and the sheriff shook his head and said sternly: "Against the rules." "Amos, I've a boy o' my own an' I feel for ye," said the schoolmaster.
"I'm going to come here, now and then, to cheer ye up and bring ye some books to read.

If there's any word of advice I can give ye--let me know.
Have ye a lawyer ?" "There's one coming to-morrow." "Don't say a word about the case, boy, to any one but your lawyer--mind that." We left him and went to our home and beds.