"I'm glad you've come.

You're the only friend I've got now, Jack." This was one of the morbid fancies jail life had developed; he thought everybody had turned against him.

"Now, I want to tell you something--we're chums, and you mustn't give me away.

These fools think I'm going to try to escape, but I ain't.

You see, they can't hang me for stabbing that coward, but they'll shut me up for a year or two, and I've got to keep healthy, don't you see?
When I get out o' this I strike for the West, don't you see?
And I've got to be able to do a day's work.
Look at this arm." He stripped his strong white arm for inspection.
In the midst of the excitement attending Harold's arrest, Dot's elopement was temporarily diminished in value, but some shrewd gossip connected the two events and said: "I believe Clint gibed Harry Excell about Dot--I just believe that's what the fight was about." This being repeated, not as an opinion but as the inside facts in the case, sentiment turned swiftly in Harold's favor.