Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction; United States -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction
“‘I wish we could arrange everything, Pat, so your shoes could get a
rest. It matters not about our minds. Bring him along.’”
CHAPTER VIII.
THE BROTHER SENTENCED TO HARD LABOR.
The official continued: “As the man left to do my bidding I said to
myself: ‘He has gone to bring in my brother for me to sentence to hard
labor. What shall I do? I do not feel as if I could utter the words.’
“I was completely upset. I experienced a most peculiar feeling. I
thought: ‘Here he comes. I must do my duty.’
“I said to the prisoner: ‘Come in, sir. And how do your feel this
morning?’
“Now, the devil take the mon who is two-faced! I brought the prisoner
here to be put to work. Instead of that, he is having a nice visit with
him. Inquiring about his health!’ Pat was heard mumbling to himself.
“‘Well, sir, I am going to see if you can do the work I will give you to
do. I am going to have you take care of the prisoners in seeing that they
have water to drink. Now, I will give you instructions. You understand
the rules of the prison, and I hope that you will abide by them. Do not
speak to any of your fellow-prisoners. You will be passing back and forth
around each working booth. They understand how to ask for water, if they
wish any.’
“‘Pat, you may show him the way. And see that you do not burden him with
a heavy load. Now you may go.’
“‘Well, come along here, pet. I will give you a quart bucket which is
light to carry, and if I happen to be going your way, I will help you
carry it.’
“I hoped that at last we had found a place which the prisoner could fill.
I felt somewhat at ease. I felt that I had done my duty to my brother as
well as I could under the circumstances. I hoped that my arrangements
would please him and also please the superior officer when he returned.
And, by the way, it was time for him to return. I wondered if he had
enjoyed his vacation.
“‘Well, your honor.’
“‘What is it, Pat?’
“‘Your pet has refused to carry a full bucket of water, and stands there
and looks at it as if he never saw water before. He will not speak a
word. I do believe he is petrified—turned to one of those things which
looks like a man and is a dead one.’
“‘Pat, I can hardly believe you. I shall have to see for myself. Close
the door behind us. We can not leave it unlocked to tempt our prisoners.
“‘You are falsifying, Pat. Is not that the fellow, going there with that
bucket of water?’
“‘To be sure it is.’
“‘Then why did you come to me with such reports?’
“‘I came with the truth, your honor, and if the man can be dead one
minute and alive the next, then I want to deal with the live ones all the
toime.’
“‘You perhaps do not understand how to handle him.’
“‘And faith, I think the majority of them is in the same fix. They have
had the same experience themselves.’
“‘Well, as long as everything is all right, we will try and rest easy.’
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