He lay for an hour or two, making up his mind that he was in a lock-up, because he could see the starlight through iron bars. He could hear somebody snoring, and he called half a dozen times, in a louder and louder voice, until at last, hearing a growl, he inquired, “Can you give me a drink of water?” “I’ll give you hell if you wake me up again,” said the voice; after which Hal lay in silence until morning. A couple of hours after daylight, a man entered his cell. “Get up,” said he, and added a prod with his foot. Hal had thought he could not do it, but he got up. “No funny business now,” said his jailer, and grasping him by the sleeve of his coat, marched him out of the cell and down a little corridor into a sort of office, where sat a red-faced personage with a silver shield upon the lapel of his coat. Hal’s two assailants of the night before stood nearby. “Well, kid?” said the personage in the chair. “Had a little time to think it over?” “Yes,” said Hal, briefly. “What’s the charge?” inquired the personage, of the two watchmen. “Trespassing and resisting arrest.” “How much money you got, young fellow?” was, the next question. Hal hesitated. “Speak up there!” said the man. “Two dollars and sixty-seven cents,” said Hal--“as well as I can remember.” “Go on!” said the other. “What you givin’ us?” And then, to the two watchmen, “Search him.” “Take off your coat and pants,” said Bill, promptly, “and your boots.” “Oh, I say!” protested Hal. “Take ’em off!” said the man, and clenched his fists. Hal took ’em off, and they proceeded to go through the pockets, producing a purse with the amount stated, also a cheap watch, a strong pocket knife, the tooth-brush, comb and mirror, and two white handkerchiefs, which they looked at contemptuously and tossed to the spittle-drenched floor. They unrolled the pack, and threw the clean clothing about. Then, opening the pocket-knife, they proceeded to pry about the soles and heels of the boots, and to cut open the lining of the clothing. So they found the ten dollars in the belt, which they tossed onto the table with the other belongings. Then the personage with the shield announced, “I fine you twelve dollars and sixty-seven cents, and your watch and knife.” He added, with a grin, “You can keep your snot-rags.” “Now see here!” said Hal, angrily. “This is pretty raw!” “You get your duds on, young fellow, and get out of here as quick as you can, or you’ll go in your shirt-tail.” But Hal was angry enough to have been willing to go in his skin. “You tell me who you are, and your authority for this procedure?” “I’m marshal of the camp,” said the man. “You mean you’re an employé of the General Fuel Company? And you propose to rob me--” “Put him out, Bill,” said the marshal. And Hal saw Bill’s fists clench.