"Mr. Mason, I didn"t expect to see you," said Tom. "Did you hear anything from mother and Barbara?"
"They"re outside," said Mason. "I thought I"d just take your place at home for a few days."
The sheriff had gone along the hall to open the door leading into the room on the side opposite the dungeon. Tom regarded Mason a moment in silence, and presently said with emotion:
"How can I make anybody believe the truth? They"ll say that a man who"d kill another would lie about it. I believe I should n"t care so much about the danger of being hung, if I could only make a few people know that I did n"t kill George Lockwood. I can"t make you believe it, but I"m not guilty." As he said this, Tom dropped his eyes from Mason"s face, and an expression of discouragement overspread his own.
"You certainly don"t seem like a guilty man," said Hiram.
"The worst of it is," said Tom, as they followed the sheriff into the eastern room of the jail, "I can"t think, to save my life, who "twas that could have done the shooting. I don"t know of any enemy that Lockwood had, unless you might have called me one. I hated him and talked like a fool about shooting, but I never seriously thought of such a thing."
The eastern room of the wretched little jail was about fifteen feet wide and twenty feet long. In it were confined from time to time ordinary prisoners and occasionally lunatics, without separation on account of character or s.e.x. Fortunately Tom had the jail now to himself.
The sheriff, who in those days was also the jailer, locked Mason and Tom in the eastern room while he opened the outside door and admitted Mrs.
Grayson and Barbara to the hall. Then he locked the front door behind them and proceeded to unlock the door of the eastern room. Barbara ran in eagerly and threw her arms about Tom.
"Tell me truly, Tom," she whispered in his ear, "did you do it? Tell me the solemn truth, between you and me."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "TELL ME TRULY, TOM, DID YOU DO IT?"]
"Before G.o.d Almighty, Barb," he answered, "I didn"t shoot George Lockwood, and I didn"t even see him on the camp-ground. I wasn"t in that part of the woods, and I hadn"t any pistol."
"Tom, I believe you," said Barbara, sobbing on his shoulder. Wondering that her brother did not return her embrace, she looked down and saw his handcuffs, and felt, as she had not before, the horror of his situation.
Mrs. Grayson now gently pushed Barbara aside and approached Tom.
"I didn"t do it, mother," said Tom; "I didn"t do it."
"Of course you did n"t, Tommy; I never thought you did--I just knew you _couldn"t_ do it." And she put her trembling arms about him.
Hiram had gone into the corridor from motives of delicacy.
"Couldn"t you move him into the east room?" he said to the sheriff.
"It"s too bad to have to lie in that dungeon, without air, and in August too. And is it necessary to keep his handcuffs on?"
"Well, you see, it"s the regular thing to put a man into the dungeon that"s up for murder, and to put handcuffs on. The jail"s rather weak, you know; and if he should escape--I"d be blamed."
Mason went into the dark room and examined the dirty, uncomfortable cot, and felt of the damp walls. Then he returned to the east room just as Tom was explaining his flight from the camp-ground.
"I saw a rush," he said, "and I went with the rest. A man was telling in the dark that George Lockwood had been shot, and that they were looking for a fellow named Grayson and were going to hang him to the first tree.
I ran across the fields to our house, and by the time I got there I saw that I"d made a mistake. I ought to have come straight to Moscow. I went into the house and came out to go to Moscow and give myself up, but I met the sheriff at the gate."
"The first thing is the inquest," said Mason. "Have you thought about a lawyer?"
"There"s no use of a lawyer for that," said Tom. "My fool talk about killing Lockwood is circ.u.mstantial evidence against me, and I"ll certainly be held for trial--unless the real murderer should turn up.
And I don"t know who that can be. I"ve puzzled over it all night."
"You studied with Mr. Blackman, I believe," said Mason. "Couldn"t you get him to defend you?"
"I don"t know that I want _him_. He"s already prejudiced against me. He wouldn"t believe that I was innocent, and so he couldn"t do any good."
"But you"ve got to have somebody," said Barbara.
"I"ve been over the whole list," said Tom, "and I"d rather have Abra"m than anybody else."
"Abra"m "ll do it," said Mrs. Grayson; "I kin git him to do it. He"s a little beholden to me fer what I done fer him when he was little. But he"s purty new to the law-business, Tommy."
"Abra"m Lincoln"s rather new, but he"s got a long head for managing a case, and he"s honest and friendly to us. The circuit court begins over at Perrysburg to-morrow, and he"ll like as not stop at the tavern here for dinner to-day. You might see him, mother."
"Tom! Tom!" The voice was a child"s, and it came from the outside of the window-grating. A child"s fingers were clutched upon the stones beyond the grating; and before Tom could answer, the brown head of Janet Grayson was lifted to the level of the high, square little window, and her blue eyes were peering into the obscurity of the prison.
[Ill.u.s.tration: JANET AT THE WINDOW.]
"Tom, are you there? Did they give you any breakfast?" she faltered, startled and ready to cry at finding herself calling into a place so obscure and apparently so void.
"O Janet! is that you?" said Tom, putting his face to the grating. "You blessed little soul, you! But you must n"t come to this dreadful place."
And Tom tried to wipe his eyes with his sleeve.
"Yes, but I am sorry for you, Cousin Tom," she said, dropping to the ground again and turning her head on one side deprecatingly; "and I was afraid they wouldn"t give you enough to eat. Here"s three biscuits." She pulled them out of her pocket with difficulty and pushed them through the grating.
"Thank you, thank you," said Tom. "You are a dear loving little darling.
But see here, Janet, you"d better not come here any more; and don"t call me cousin. It"s too bad you should have to be ashamed of your cousin."
"But I _will_ call you cousin, an" I don" care what they say. Are _you_ in there, too, Barbara? You didn"t kill anybody, did you?"
"No; neither did Tom," said Barbara, leaning down to the window.
"Janet," said Tom, "d" you tell Uncle Tom and Aunt Charlotte that I didn"t shoot anybody. They won"t believe you, but it"s a fact."
Janet had heard the news at the breakfast-table. Sheriff Plunkett, wishing to conciliate so influential a person as Thomas Grayson the elder, had sent him word very early of the unfortunate predicament in which Tom found himself, and had offered to comply with any wishes Mr.
Grayson might express concerning his nephew, so far as the rigor of the law allowed. To steady-going people like the Graysons the arrest of Tom on such a charge was a severe blow; and his execution would compromise for all time their hitherto unsullied respectability in their little world. They drank their breakfast coffee and ate their warm biscuit and b.u.t.ter and fried ham and eggs with rueful faces. The comments they made on Tom"s career were embittered by their own share of the penalty. Janet had listened till she had made out that Tom was in jail for killing somebody. Then, after hearing some rather severe remarks from her parents about Tom, she burst into tears, rose up and stamped her feet in pa.s.sion, and stormed in her impotent, infantile way at her father and mother and the people who had locked up Tom in jail. When the first gust of her indignation had found vent, she fled into the garden to cool off, as was her wont. After awhile she came back and foraged in the kitchen, where she pounced upon three biscuits which had been left on a plate by the fire to keep them warm. With these she had made off through the back gate of the garden, thence down the alley and across the public square to the jail.
Meantime a lively discussion was carried on in the house.
"We"ve got to do something for Tom, I suppose," said Mrs. Grayson, after the question of his blameworthiness was exhausted. "He"s your nephew, and we can"t get around that. Goodness knows he"s given us trouble enough, and expense enough, already." It was a favorite illusion with the Graysons that they had spent money on Tom, though he had earned all he had received.
"Yes," said Grayson reluctantly; "it"ll be expected of us, Charlotte, to stand by him. He"s got no father, you know. And I suppose George Lockwood was aggravating enough."
"The Lord knows I"m sorry for Tom; he was always good to Janet." This reminded Mrs. Grayson of her daughter, and she went to the open door of the dining-room and called, "Janet! O Janet! It"s curious how she stands by Tom. She"s off in the sulks, and won"t answer a word I say. I suppose you"ll have to go his bail," she said with apprehension.
"No, it"s not bailable. They don"t bail prisoners charged with capital offenses."
"That"s a good thing, anyhow. I hate to have you go security."
"I suppose Martha"ll be able to pay the lawyers," said Thomas Grayson.
"She won"t expect us to do any more for Tom. It"s bad enough to have to stand the disgrace of it."
"Janet! Janet! O Janet!" called Mrs. Grayson anxiously. "I declare, I"m uneasy about that child; it"s nearly half an hour since she went out. I wish you"d go and have a look for her."