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sixty years of age, and had a very benignant countenance, which Webster argued was a good omen for the work of propitiation which he had in hand.
“ Will you tell the Lieutenant that I would like to speak with him,” asked Webster.
“ It's no use,” said the old man, with a shake of the head; “the Lieutenant says he won't have anything to say to you, until your case is reported to headquarters this evening.”
“ Well, then,” smiled Webster, “I suppose I will have to wait his pleasure; but can't a fellow get — a little whisky and cigar?
I'll make it worth your while if you can help me in that particular.”
The old man laughed, and said he would see what could be done, as Webster slipped a bill into his hand.
He disappeared, and after about a half hour, he returned and slipped a small bundle through the grated door, admonishing Webster to be careful about exposing himself to the other prisoners within view.
“ All right,” said Webster, “you keep the change, old man, for your trouble.”
In the afternoon another officer, accompanied by four men, came to his cell, and requested his appearance at the office.
Here he was carefully searched, and upon his person were found some letters addressed to himself; a pass from Col. Cramp, and about seventy dollars in money.
They were about to take these from him, when Webster inquired:
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