? ? ? ? "I do too, Tom. Lord, I hear 'em say he's the bloodiest-looking villain in this country, and they wonder he wasn't ever hung before."
? ? ? ? "Yes, they talk like that, all the time. I've heard 'em say that if he was to get free they'd lynch him."
? ? ? ? "And they'd do it, too."
? ? ? ? The boys had a long talk, but it brought them little comfort. As the twilight drew on, they found themselves hanging about the neighborhood of the little isolated jail, perhaps with an undefined hope that something would happen that might clear away their difficulties. But nothing happened; there seemed to be no angels or fairies interested in this luckless captive.
? ? ? ? The boys did as they had often done before- went to the cell grating and gave Potter some tobacco and matches. He was on the ground floor and there were no guards.
? ? ? ? His gratitude for their gifts had always smote their consciences before- it cut deeper than ever, this time.
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