As they floated away, some one recognized one and called him out by name, and these words came back to those who listened: "Hush calling my name, you fool!" * * * * * The plate at the head of the table was not turned that morning. The Mis', notwithstanding the words she uttered when the raid had been made: "I'm glad of it! It'll stop that gambling, and I hope, Murphy's whiskey selling," she was, nevertheless, sad-eyed, and all upset. All that day she so remained, grew worse, if anything. "Don't worry, Mis'," comforted Glenview kindly. "As soon as some word comes from them, I'll hustle about and secure bail." But it was late in the morning before any word came, and then, alas! It was a surprise. There is a law in regard to gaming in Effingham, which makes the penalty heavier if caught gaming during the week; whereas, it is lighter for Sunday. Therefore, being well aware of the fact, no serious anticipation was held as to how the gamesters would be dealt with, since they had been caught after midnight Saturday night. In fact, when the excitement attendant with the raid had passed, those directly interested, looked hourly for those who were caught, to be released. "What'll it cost them under this law?" inquired Wyeth of Glenview, who appeared to be fairly well informed regarding the matter. "Oh, not much," he replied. "Perhaps five or six dollars. You see," he explained, "the city considers gambling through the week as a business indulged in by professionals; whereas Sunday, they construe that they may be workmen engaged in a pastime." Wyeth understood, of course, but it appeared singular at first. "They will be taken to the city lock-up," Glenview resumed, "and if collateral to the amount of twenty-five dollars be offered and approved, they will be allowed to return, and when they appear tomorrow morning, they will be fined five dollars and cost. If they were caught during the week, it would be ten and cost, and possibly more, depending." It was at the end of this conversation that they got their surprise. Murphy came in. He seemed tired and worn; he was a picture, in fact, of the result of such a raid. He sat himself down with a sigh that was not altogether one of relief. All waited, with drawn breath. "That's the worst place I have seen the inside of," he said, and shook his head in emphasis. "Where did the wagon pick you fellows up?" inquired Glenview. "I don't recall hearing any." "No wagon picked us up. We walked all the way. They didn't carry us to the city pen, but to the county jail." "What!" cried the Mis', while Glenview appeared to regard it with incredulity. And then all were silent, with a cold feeling creeping through their veins, as the grim reality came upon them. It would now be thirty-seven fifty, and not five dollars, for the county made no exception for Sunday. * * * * *