His mother and Mrs.Hardy and Harry had all visited him in the cell, and had failed to persuade him to open his lips.

His callousness in the presence of his poor mother's distress was described in feeling terms as unworthy of the black and naked savage.
All this was much nearer the truth than speculation at Waddy was wont to be; and when Dick was restored to his home in the flesh on Saturday at noon and permitted to run at large again without let or hindrance, Waddy was amazed and indignant, and Waddy's criticism of the methods of the police authorities was scathing in the extreme.
The boy was driven home by the sergeant, the same who had been commissioned to quell the Great Goat Riot.
'He's looking pulled down,' said the trooper, delivering him into his mother's arms.

'It's the confinement.

Let him run about as usual, Mrs.
Haddon; let him have lots of fresh air, particularly night air, and he'll soon be all right.

At night, Mrs.Haddon, the air is fresh and healthy.
Let him run about in the evenings, you know.' Mrs.Haddon was very grateful for the advice and promised to act upon it.