Part 39 (1/2)
Aand polished manner, enters from the yard It is the ”French Count,” one of the clerks in the ”front office”
”Good reets the officers He leans fa: ”I've been hunting half an hour for you The Captain is a bit ruffled thisfor you”
The Deputy hurriedly rises ”Where is he?” he asks anxiously
”In the office, Mr Greaves You knohat's about?”
”What? Quick, now”
”They caught Wild Bill right in the act Out in the yard there, back of the shed”
The Deputy stumps heavily out into the yard
”Who's the kid?” the assistant Deputy inquires, an amused twinkle in his eye
”Bobby”
”Who? That boy on the ash gang?”
”Yes, Fatty Bobby”
The clatter on the upper tier grows loud and violent The sickthe door Woods hastens to C 18
”You stop that, you hear!” he corily
”I'm sick I want th' doctor”
”This isn't doctor hour You'll see hi I want him now”
”You won't see him, that's all You keep quiet there”
Furiously the prisoner raps on the door The hall reverberates with hollow boo
The Block Captain returns to the desk, his face crimson He whispers to the assistant Deputy The latter nods his head Woods claps his hands, deliberately, slowly--one, two, three Guards hurriedly descend froemen appear at their doors
”Everybody to his cell Officers, lock 'em in!” Woods commands
”You can stay here, Jasper,” the assistant Deputy reemen step into their cells The levers are pulled, the doors locked I hear the tread of allery Now they cease, and all is quiet
”C 18, step out here!”