[The Story of a Bad Boy by Thomas Bailey Aldrich]@TWC D-Link bookThe Story of a Bad Boy CHAPTER Seven--One Memorable Night 17/17
5, approvingly. Jack Harris seemed to be of the same opinion, for he hastily placed the benches one on the top of another under the ventilator, and, climbing up on the highest bench, peeped out into the passage-way. "If any gent happens to have a ninepence about him," said the man in cell No.
3, "there's a sufferin' family here as could make use of it. Smallest favors gratefully received, an' no questions axed." This appeal touched a new silver quarter of a dollar in my trousers-pocket; I fished out the coin from a mass of fireworks, and gave it to the prisoner.
He appeared to be so good-natured a fellow that I ventured to ask what he had done to get into jail. "Intirely innocent.
I was clapped in here by a rascally nevew as wishes to enjoy my wealth afore I'm dead.' "Your name, Sir ?' I inquired, with a view of reporting the outrage to my grandfather and having the injured person re instated in society. "Git out, you insolent young reptyle!" shouted the man, in a passion. I retreated precipitately, amid a roar of laughter from the other cells. "Can't you keep still ?" exclaimed Harris, withdrawing his head from the window. A portly watchman usually sat on a stool outside the door day and night; but on this particular occasion, his services being required elsewhere, the bridewell had been left to guard itself. "All clear," whispered Jack Harris, as he vanished through the aperture and dropped softly on the ground outside.
We all followed him expeditiously--Pepper Whitcomb and myself getting stuck in the window for a moment in our frantic efforts not to be last. "Now, boys, everybody for himself!".
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