He refused to see anyone but Jack, who came often and whose coming saved him from despair.
In one respect the county jail was worse, than the State's prison; it had nothing for its captives to do.

They ate, amused themselves as best they could through the long day, and slept.

Most of them brooded, like Harold, on the sunshine lost to them, and paced their cells like wild animals.

It had, however, the advantage of giving to each man a separate bed at night, though during the day they occupied a common corridor.
Some of them sang indecent songs and cursed their fellows for their stupidity, and fights were not uncommon.
The jailer was inclined to allow Harold more liberty after his trial, but the boy said: "I'm not asking any favors from you.

I'm working out a sentence." He continued his systematic exercise, eating regularly and with care in order that he should keep his health.