Small found him with his imagination inflamed by the history of such heroes, and opened to him the path to glory for which he longed.
The whole morning after Ralph's arrest Bud was working on Walter's conscience and his fears.

The poor fellow, unable to act for himself, was torn asunder between the old ascendency of Small and the new ascendency of Bud Means.

Bud finally frightened him, by the fear of the penitentiary, into going to the place of trial.

But once inside the door, and once in sight of Small, who was more to him than God, or, rather, more to him than the devil--for the devil was Walter's God, or, perhaps, I should say, Walter's God was a devil--once in sight of Small, he refused to move an inch farther.

And Bud, after all his perseverance, was about to give up in sheer despair.
Fortunately, just at that moment Small's desire to relieve himself from the taint of suspicion and to crush Ralph as completely as possible, made him overshoot the mark by asking that Walter be called to the stand, as we have before recounted.