"All right," said Carney. "You’ve got him wrong, that’s all. He’s been here in town for three weeks. Of course, it’s nothing to me--’tain’t my business." He plunged his hands in his trousers pockets and walked over to the window. The men in the chained line shuffled uneasily. "Do I get out now?" Archie asked. Kouka laughed. "Yes--when I’m through with you." That afternoon Dillon, Mason, Mandell and Squeak were taken to the county jail on warrants charging them with the robbery of the post-office at Romeo. Gibbs appeared at the jail early that evening, his blue eyes filled with a distress that made them almost as innocent as they must have been when he was a little child. "I just heard of the pinch," he said apologetically. "Didn’t they send you word last night?" asked Dillon. Gibbs shook his head impatiently, as if it were useless to waste time in discussing such improbabilities. "Never mind," he said. "I’ll send a mouthpiece." "Yes, do, Dan," said Mason. "We want a hearing." "Well, now, leave all that to me, Joe," said Gibbs. "I’ll send you some tobacco and have John fetch in some chuck." Gibbs attended to their little wants, but he had difficulty as to the lawyer. He had, from time to time, employed various lawyers in the city, being guided in his selections, not by the reputed abilities of the lawyers, but by his notions of their pull with the authorities. Formerly he had employed Frisby on the recommendation of Cleary, the chief of police, with whom Frisby divided such fees, but Frisby’s charges were extortionate, and lately, Gibbs understood, his influence was waning. In thinking over the other lawyers, he recalled Shelley Thomas, but Thomas, he found, was on a drunk. At last he decided on Marriott. "There’s nothing to it," he said to Marriott, "especially so far as Mason’s concerned; he’s a friend of mine. He’s in wrong, but these United States inspectors will job him if they get a chance." Marriott wished that Gibbs had retained some other lawyer. The plight of the men seemed desperate enough. He thought them guilty, and, besides, he wished to go away on his vacation. But his interest deepened; he found that he was dealing with a greater power than he encountered in the ordinary state case; the power, indeed, of the United States. The officials in the government building were unobliging; Fallen was positively insulting; from none of them could he receive any satisfaction. The hearing was not set, and then one evening Fallen mysteriously disappeared. Marriott was enraged, Gibbs was desperate, and Marriott found himself sharing Gibbs’s concern.