He immediately started, and looking in vain for anything that resembled a prison, he approached two men who were enjoying themselves with a game of quoits. "Can you tell me," he inquired, "where the prison is where these robbers and murderers are confined?" "That's it," said one of the men, pointing to a house near at hand. "What! that old building, falling to pieces, without either doors or windows?" "That is the only prison we have here," replied the man, deliberately pitching his quoit. "Well," said the Southern gentleman, "I want to see these prisoners." "I am one of them," said the quoit-player, "and that is another," pointing to his companion. "What! you convicted felons? You the terrible murderers about whom I have heard so much?" "Yes, we are certainly two of them. The others are gone over to the House of Representatives, to hear the members abuse the Governor." "But," says the old gentleman, "they don't allow convicted murderers to go about in this way, without a guard to watch them?" "O! yes," says the man interrogated; "they used to send a guard with us when we went over to the Legislative Halls, to protect us against violence from the members, but they found that too troublesome, so they gave each of us a revolver and bowie-knife, and told us we should hereafter be required to protect ourselves." "But why don't you run away? There is nothing to prevent you." "Why, to tell the truth, we have often been persuaded to do that, but then these rascally legislators have been threatening to assassinate the Governor, and we have determined to remain here to watch them and protect him." The old gentleman had no desire to see any more of these thieves, murderers and assassins.