I was jest goin' down to the jail to put 'em through the sweat cell." "Sweat cell?
You mean sweat box, Mr.Crow," said Bonner, laughing in spite of himself.
"No, sir; it's a cell.

We couldn't find a box big enough.

I use the cell reserved fer women prisoners.

Mebby some day the town board will put in a reg'lar box, but, so far, the cell has done all right.

I'll be back 'bout supper-time, Eva.