Tim could hear the shuffling of the prisoners’ feet and their mumbled talk. He heard the slam of the jailhouse door. Then he heard a most unwelcome sound. Senn’s voice came loud and clear from somewhere in the yard. The guard was changing, and Senn was giving his sentries instructions. Tim glanced at Red’s face, dimly lit behind the towels and rags. Red whispered disgustedly, “The man has no business here.” “No talk,” rumbled Devil. “Senn will leave soon. There. He’s starting for the jailhouse now.” Tim heard Senn’s footsteps passing close. His boots scraped the earth by the jailhouse. The door creaked open, then clanged shut. Devil went about his work. He clanked the pots and dropped firewood and sang Navy ditties, as he always did. Bell was watching at the door, and after what seemed an eternity he turned back into the room. “Nothing to worry about in the yard. The guards are as usual. It’s getting dark.” Tim wondered what was happening in the jail. When Devil and Bell had finished their work they hailed a guard to take them to the Navy mess. The guard came into the shack and offered to help. “Well, sure you can help,” said Devil hastily. “Here, Bell, grab one handle of the tub of mush and let the guard help on the other side.” Tim heard a scraping of feet as the men left the kitchen and he heard Devil whisper, “You boys hold tight!” Tim and Red sat quiet. They had no way of knowing whether a guard was near. Tim could hear someone working in the Army kitchen. He couldn’t remember who was cooking tonight. Devil and Bell came back to the kitchen, Devil talking all the way so that the hidden men would know who they were. Tim began to feel cramped. His legs ached and he wished he could shift his position a little, but he was afraid he might bring down the pile of wood. Devil said, “It’s dark enough for you to go right now, but Senn is still in there, prowling about.” A few minutes later Bell said, “We’ll have to go back inside right soon, I’m afraid, and there’ll be no noise to cover your passage through the window and the shed. Let us know when you want to take the risk.” Devil finished his work and he and Bell sat around, talking as naturally as they could. Tim heard someone open the door to the yard, and Senn’s voice came again. “Looks as if the game is up,” whispered Bell. “Good evening, gentlemen,” said Senn. “How is it you’re still here?” Devil said, “We were talking about old times and such.” Addison’s voice sounded just outside. “Shall I take them up?” Senn stepped inside. “Not just yet.” The rickety floor creaked and bent. Senn kicked lightly at the pile of wood. “Why in the name of common sense do you keep that much wood in here?” Devil gave a hollow laugh. “I like to have a lot on hand. Saves us going to the shed over and over again and bothering the guards and that. Say, Captain Senn,” he said getting to his feet, making the floor rock still more, “did my money ever come from home?”