"Second Division!"
All of the rest shut their doors.
"Shut your door, Callahan!" I called pleasantly.
"No, ma'am, I will not. I don't mean anything against you; but I will
not shut my door, nor sleep on the bars. Do you know who reported me,
and what my bed is taken out for?"
"No, I do not."
I was obliged to leave her standing in her door, and go round to the
other side of the prison to see the other prisoners slid in.
The moment I left Callahan, she began to rave. "By the Holy Jesus, I
won't sleep on the bars. And I'll know who reported me, and what I'm
reported for,--the miserable set of"--
"Callahan, stop!" I ran round and called.
Neither of the Shop Matrons appeared, and I was told that it was because
they were afraid of Callahan's violence.
"No, I won't stop! I'll do something to make them lock me up. I won't
sleep on the bars. It was Hardhack that reported me. I wish I'd struck
her down!"
"No! no! it was Thingsly," said a voice that I did not know.
"Hardhack made the balls if Thingsly fried 'em. She's at the bottom of
all the deviltry there is done here."
Then she commenced a tirade of vituperations and oaths that made my ears
tingle.
In a few moments the Deputy made his appearance.
"Your No. 1 key," he said to me, and proceeded to Callahan's room.