"I know you do, you fool," I said, with some exasperation. "I have no
doubt you were what they say, but what I mean is, where is Dix and how
did you get hold of him?"
"Well, you see, Marse Hen, it's dthis way," said Jeams falteringly. "I
come here huntin' fur you and I couldn' fin' you anywheres, so then I
got a place, and while I wus lookin' 'roun' fur you one day, I come 'pon
Dix, an' as he wus lost, jes' like you wus, an' he didn't know where you
wus, an' you didn't know where he wus, I tuk him along to tek care of
him till I could fin' you."
"And incidentally to fight him?" I said.
Again Jeams's countenance fell. "No, sir, that I didn't," he declared
stoutly. "Does you think I'd fight dthat dog after what you tol' me?"
"Yes, I do. I know you did, so stop lying about it and tell me where he
is, or I will leave you in here to rot till they send you down to the
rockpile or the penitentiary."
"Yes, sir; yes, sir, I will. Fur God's sake, don' do dat, Marse Hen.
Jes' git me out o' here an' I will tell you everything; but I'll swear I
didn't fight him; he jes' got into a fight so, and then jist as he hed
licked de stuffin out of dat Barkeep Gallagin's dog, them d----d
policemen come in an' hammered me over the head because I didn't want
them to rake in de skads and tek Dix 'way from me."
I could not help laughing at his contradictions.
"Well, where is he now?"
"I'll swear, Marse Hen, I don' know. You ax the police. I jes' know he
ain't in here, but dey knows where he is. I prays night and day no harm
won't happen to him, because dat dog can beat any dog in this sinful
town. I jes' wish you had seen him."
As the turnkey was now showing signs of impatience, I cut Jeams short,
thereby saving him the sin of more lies, and with a promise that I would
get him bailed out if I could, I came away.
The turnkey had assured me on the way that he would find and return me
my dog, and was so sincere in his declaration that nothing would give
him more pleasure than to do this for any friend of Mr. McSheen's, that
I made the concession of allowing him to use his efforts in this
direction. But I heard nothing more of him.
With the aid of my friend, the detective, I soon learned the names of
the police officers who had arrested Jeams, and was enabled to get from
them the particulars of the trouble which caused his arrest.
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