Before the train reached its destination the "bracelets" were again placed on our hands. We arrived at Middlesbrough about a quarter to 8 in the evening. Before getting out of the cars we pulled our coat sleeves over the handcuffs, and as soon as we were out in the station, we swung our hands, kept a smile on our countenances and were scarcely noticed by anyone, till we arrived at the Middlesbrough police office. No sooner had we entered the office than one of the officers in charge inquired: "Are you the boys that have been brought back?" I answered, "Yes." He said, "You were not worth bringing back," which sentiment found an echo in my own heart. CHAPTER VIII. IN THE CELL--A VISIT FROM RICHARD'S FATHER AND MY MOTHER--THE TRIAL--THE DECISION OF THE COURT--A FEW WORDS OF EXPLANATION. We were soon escorted to a cell, which was much larger and colder than the one we occupied the night previous. The handcuffs taken off, the door closed upon us, and with sad hearts we sat down upon a bed of straw. We had been in the cell but a few minutes when Richard's father came with some supper for his son. How sad he looked as he entered the cell--a father's love for his boy was clearly manifest. He did not say much, but looked hard at me, as though he blamed me for leading him from home. Of course I was a few months older than Richard, but he was taller and stouter than I, and to look at us it would hardly appear reasonable that I should have power to lead him away. Mr. Sedgwick only stayed a few moments. The supper was soon spread. Richard, poor fellow, could not eat, but I did justice to my share. We then laid down and tried to sleep, but what with the mice and other small visitors, and thinking of our peculiar situation, we had little sleep that night, and were not sorry when daylight came. About 8 o'clock the next morning my mother entered the cell with some breakfast for me. She did not say much but evidently felt for me. It was principally through her we had been brought back. Though one of the prime movers in our capture, she was hardly to blame, for she believed it was her duty to do what she had done. So many tales had been told her concerning Utah and the "Mormons" that she felt positive there must be a great deal of truth in them. About half-past 10 o'clock we were escorted into a room where an officer took a description of us--color of our hair, eyes, complexion, our height, etc. Shortly afterwards we were taken into the court room and had our trial before Judge Fallows. Besides the judge and several policemen, our employers, Richard's father and my mother were there. The judge asked a few questions and then inquired what we had to say for ourselves. I immediately arose and said: "What I have to say for myself is this: The room I work in is not a fit place, as it is a cold, damp cellar." Mr. Gould denied this statement.