Don't worry no more, Rosalie.

I'll find out who's back of this business an' then we'll know all about you.

It's a long lane that has no turn." "Them prisoners must be mighty near starved to death by this time, Anderson," warned Mrs.Crow.
"Doggone, that's so!" he cried, and hustled out into the night.
The calaboose was almost totally dark--quite so, had it not been for the single lamp that burned in the office where the body of the old woman was lying.

Two or three timid citizens stood afar off, in front of Thompson's feed yard, looking with awe upon the dungeon keep.

Anderson's footsteps grew slower and more halting as they approached the entrance to the forbidding square of black.