There was a pause, and one of the twelve advanced and laid his brawny hand upon the table. His gaunt and muscular form was clad in a sleek frock-coat of dark blue cloth, buttoned over his broad chest to his throat, where it was relieved by a black cravat and high shirt collar. His harsh features, closely shaven, and disfigured by a hideous scar on his cheek,--features manifesting traces of hardship and age,--were in singular contrast with his hair, which, sleek, and brown and glossy, was parted neatly in the middle of his huge head, and descended to either ear, in massy curls. His eyes, half hidden by the shaggy brows, shone with an expression only to be described by the words, _ferocious fun_. "I'll go with him, hoss," said a gruff voice; and, turning to Israel, this singular individual regarded him with a steady look. Israel returned his look, and the twain gazed upon each other with increasing interest; and at length the individual approached Israel, and bent down his head near to his face. "It's the fellow,--it's the fellow!" cried Israel, once more bouncing from his seat. "He robbed me last night in the cars,--he----" "Be silent," cried the judge, who had regarded this scene attentively, with his hand upraised to his brow.--"Gentlemen, conduct the prisoner into the next room, and leave me alone with this person," he pointed to the gaunt individual who stood alone by the table. The eleven disappeared through the curtains into the Golden Room with Israel in their charge. "Now sir, who are you?" sternly inquired the judge. The individual gravely lifted his brown hair,--for it was a wig,--and disclosed the outline of his huge head, with the black hair streaked with gray, cut close to the scalp. Then turning down the high shirt-collar, he disclosed the lower part of his face,--the wide mouth and iron jaw, stamped with a savage resolution. "Don't you think I'm hansum?" he said, and the eyes twinkled under the bushy brows, and the mouth distorted in a grin. "It's the same!" ejaculated the judge,--"How did you escape from the room in which you were confined some three hours ago, and what do you here?" "As yer so civil and pleasant spoken, I don't mind answerin' yer questions. Arter the poleese had tied me, and left me in the dark upon the bed, 'it looks black,' said I to myself, 'but don't give it up so easy!' and a side door was opened, an' a hand cut my cords, and a voice said 'get up and travel,--the way is clear,' and a bundle was put into my hand, containin' these clothes, and this head o' hair.--I rigged myself out in the dark, pitched my old clothes under the bed, an' then went down the back stairway. I certainly did travel--" "And then?--" "And then," responded the individual, "I went and got shaved." "How came you here?"