THE TRIAL.
Carrots and Teenie succeeded in reaching the Tombs without being
intercepted by Skip; and once there, they were unable to determine
whether the court was in session.
In the vicinity of the judge's desk a number of men were standing,
apparently talking on different subjects, and in the seats reserved for
the spectators a few unfortunate-looking persons lounged.
"Well, the feller ain't been brought in yet, that's certain," Carrots
said, gazing around the room in a vain search for his new acquaintance.
"Do you s'pose they will put handcuffs on him?" Teenie asked, in a tone
of awe. "I reckon he'd be jest about crazy if they'd send him up to the
Island."
"It would start 'most anybody up to take a dose like that; but of course
it won't happen now we've got the lawyer. I tell you he'll be s'prised
to see how we've fixed things, won't he?"
"Indeed he will; an' Skip'll be hoppin' mad when _he_ knows. We want ter
keep pretty close together while we're workin' this."
The conversation was interrupted by the entrance of the sergeant who had
been seen at the station-house, and Carrots went swiftly toward him,
asking, as he halted in front of the officer:
"Did you bring that feller down yet?"
"He will come in the van with the rest of the prisoners."
"You won't forget that you promised to try an' fix it?"
"I said I would see that the officer wasn't hard on him. I can't _fix_
anything. Have you got your witnesses here?"
"Yes; Teenie's one, an' I'm another, an' we've hired a reg'lar lawyer."
"You have? Who?"
"A man by the name of Varney."
"Well, if he is coming I reckon you will be all right, unless you have a
bad case; and from what the roundsman told me the fighting didn't amount
to much."
"There wasn't _any_ of it! You see, Skip he give Teddy one in the face,
an' then sent in a left-hander, an' Teddy he--"
"Never mind the story. I don't want to hear it, for I haven't the time,"
the officer said, as he started toward the judge's bench.
Half an hour elapsed, and then the boys suddenly saw their new friend
within a sort of iron cage at one end of the room.
"There he is!" Teenie whispered, excitedly. "How do you s'pose he got in
without our seein' him?"
Carrots stood erect and gazed at the prisoner a moment, as if debating
whether to approach him or not.
Teddy presented a most forlorn appearance, standing aloof from the
other prisoners as far as possible, and clinging to the iron bars, his
usually clean face begrimed with dirt, through which the flowing tears
had plowed tiny canals until he looked not unlike a small-sized Indian
in war-paint.
This picture of sorrow made a deep impression on Carrots's tender heart,
and, regardless of whether he might be able to regain his seat, he
marched toward the prisoners' cage.
Teddy had seen him coming, and stepped forward in the hope of speaking
with this boy who had proved himself to be a real friend; but before a
single word could be uttered, the officer interrupted the visitor by
saying roughly:
"Get back there!"
"But I've got to talk with that feller."
"Get back there! Do you hear what I tell you?" and he made a threatening
gesture which was not at all terrifying to the self-possessed Carrots.
"I've got to talk with this feller; he's a friend of mine, an' I ain't
seen him since last night. He's goin' to get right out, too, 'cause he
didn't do anything, an' wouldn't have been brought here if he'd had
sense enough to run when they hollered 'Cops!' It was jest this way:
Skip, he struck out an' hit him in the face, an' then come in with a
left-hander--"
Carrots had been advancing while speaking, and at this point the officer
seized him by one shoulder, spinning him around until he was heading in
the direction from which he had come.
"If you make any attempt to speak to that boy, I'll put you in with him!
What are you doing here, anyhow? Are you a witness?"
"Course I am. What else do you s'pose? Why, I've got to tell the judge
all 'bout how this thing happened. You see, I was right there, an' when
Skip come in with a left-hander, an' Teddy he warded it off--"
Carrots did not finish the sentence, for the officer gave him a push
which might have thrown him headlong but for the fact that Teenie
chanced to be in the way, and thus prevented the fall.
"I guess we'd better get back to the settee," Carrots said, looking at
the officer an instant, as if to make out whether the latter was really
in earnest in this last movement.
Carrots was whispering to Teenie his opinion of the officer in charge of
the prisoners when the lawyer arrived; and then for the first time did
Teddy's friends learn that court had been in session all the while since
they entered.
It was a positive relief to see the attorney; and, lest the latter
should think those who employed him had not followed the directions
given, Carrots made his presence known by going up to the gentleman in
the most confidential manner, and announcing cheerfully: "We're here."
"Yes, I see you are. Sit down. I'll call you when you're wanted."
"But are you sure you remember what I told you 'bout how it happened?
You don't want to forget that Skip jumped in an' hit Teddy in the face,
and then come in with a left--"
"You shall be asked to tell that story, my boy, presently; but just now
I don't care to hear it, and haven't the time. Sit down until your name
is called."
"I'm afraid that lawyer don't 'mount to much," Carrots whispered to
Teenie as he obeyed the gentleman's command. "It seems like he's puttin'
on a good many airs, an' don't want ter listen to how the thing
happened. Now I don't b'lieve any man can fix it with the judge, 'less
he's got the whole thing down fine."
"The sergeant said he was all right, an' he ought ter know; so I reckon
we can 'ford to wait," Teenie replied, contentedly.
It seemed to the impatient Carrots as if it must have been nearly noon
when he heard the clerk call the name "Theodore Thurston;" and, an
instant later, the young prisoner from Saranac was conducted to the
dock.
Almost at the same moment Skip Jellison, accompanied by several of his
most intimate friends, entered the room, and immediately became aware
that Carrots and Teenie were in attendance.
Without hesitation, and, as if such scenes were perfectly familiar to
him, Master Skip approached Teddy's friends in an easy, careless
fashion, as he asked:
"What are you two doin' here?"
"Came down to see how the new feller gets along. Don't s'pose you've got
any 'bjections, have you?" Carrots replied.
"I don't know whether I have or not."
"Well, after you find out jest give me the word, 'cause we're bound to
dust whenever you give us the tip."
It was evident to Master Jellison that Carrots was speaking
sarcastically, and he took no further notice of this insolence, save to
say, warningly:
"You want to mind your eye, that's all! The feller what tries to help
that chump along is goin' to get inter trouble."
"Same's you did over to Brooklyn the other day, eh?" Carrots asked
coolly.
"Wait till I catch you outside, an' we'll see if you've got anything
more to say 'bout Brooklyn!" And with this threat Master Jellison and
his friends advanced to a settee nearer the judge, where they seated
themselves with a great show of what was probably intended to be
dignity.
"He's come to see if we're goin' to tell anything 'bout the row," Teenie
whispered; and it could plainly be seen that Master Massey was very much
frightened regarding the probable outcome of thus attempting to aid the
stranger.
At that moment Carrots was startled out of his self-possession--although
he had come especially as a witness--by hearing his name called in a
loud tone.
Three times the clerk shouted "Joseph Williams," and then Carrots
exclaimed:
"By jiminy! he means me, doesn't he?"
"Of course he does. Go 'long quick, or else that feller'll be up on the
Island before they know you're here," said Teenie.
It was necessary the witness should pass Skip Jellison on his way to the
stand; and, in so doing, he saw Teddy's enemy scowl and shake his fist
in the most threatening manner.
"Don't get excited," Carrots stopped long enough to say. "You're comin'
out of it all right, even if you don't feel very good now."
Then he continued on until some one directed him which way to go; and
for the first time in his life he laid his hand on a Bible, and swore to
tell "the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth."
If, as is extremely probable, Skip had come for the purpose of hearing
what was said, he was disappointed, as are nearly all the visitors to
the Tombs court, where it is an impossibility for one on the spectators'
benches to distinguish any remark made either by the judge or the
witness, unless the latter chances to have a particularly clear voice.
Those inside the railing, however, could understand quite distinctly all
that was said; and, judging from their mirth, Carrots's examination must
have been to them an amusing one.
On being asked his name, the witness replied, "Carrots;" and then the
judge glowered down upon him until he realized that he previously
answered to that of "Joseph Williams."
After having made the proper correction, and before it was possible for
any one to ask him a question, Carrots leaned toward the magistrate in a
confidential and friendly manner, as he began:
"You see, Judge, it was jest like this: Skip he jumped in an' hit Teddy
one in the face, an' then come back with a left-hander; but Teddy warded
it off, an' then--"
"Stop!" the judge cried, severely. "When I want you to tell the story I
will ask for it. Did you see this boy fighting in the park?"
"He wasn't fightin' at all. He didn't have time, for the park policeman
caught him. You see, it was jest this way: Skip he jumped in an' smashed
Teddy in the face, an' then come with a left-hander--"
Again was the witness interrupted; and this time Mr. Varney stepped
forward to where he could say in a low tone to Carrots:
"You must simply answer the judge's questions--not attempt to tell the
story yourself."
"Yes, sir; but how'll he know what's what if I don't give him the whole
right through?" Carrots asked in a hoarse whisper.
"Attend to what he says, and don't try to tell anything else."
"What was this boy doing when the policeman arrested him?" the judge
asked, as he looked sternly at the witness.
"He wasn't doin' nothin', 'cause he didn't have time. You see, Skip run
as soon as he hit him, an' knocked his papers down, an' then--"
"Did the prisoner go in pursuit of the boy whom you call Skip?"
"Course he did; 'cause, you see, Skip knocked his papers in the mud, an'
hit him once in the face; an' he would have come in with a left-hander,
if Teddy hadn't warded it off."
"What was the prisoner doing when this boy struck him?"
"He was sellin' a paper to a man in a horse-car. You see, Skip he 'lowed
that Teddy couldn't run the business in New York; but Teddy he walked
'way down from Saranac jest to get a livin', an' Skip don't have any
right to tell fellers whether they're to work or not."
"Had the prisoner said anything to this boy who struck him?"
"No; you see, he didn't have time. Skip jumped right in an' hit him once
in the face, an'--"
"Now, don't tell that story again. Had there been any quarrel between
these two?"
"No, sir; you see, Teddy didn't come in town till this mornin', an' he
never knew Skip from a side of sole-leather."
"Is he a friend of yours?"
"Well, I s'pose he is," Carrots replied, hesitatingly. "You see, when he
got into trouble, somebody had to help him out, an' there didn't seem to
be anybody willin' but me. He ought ter be my friend if I'm goin' to
black the lawyer's boots a whole year jest to pay for this racket."
"If your honor will allow me, I will tell the story as I have managed to
extract it--I use the word 'extract' advisedly--from this witness and
his friend," the lawyer said, as he advanced a few paces amid the smiles
of all those near the bench.
"Do you wish to explain about your fee?" the judge asked, laughingly.
"Perhaps that is hardly necessary, since lawyers are seldom known to
refuse anything offered in the way of payment. That was the proposition
made by the witness and witnessed by his friend."
Then the attorney related what had occurred in his office, to the no
slight amusement of those who could hear him; and, when he concluded,
the judge turned to Carrots again, looking very much more friendly than
before.
"Then you assure me on your oath that the prisoner did not fight with
the other boy in City Hall Park?"
"Why, no; how could he? He didn't get the chance. You see, Skip hit him
in the face, an' then come in with a left-hander; but Teddy warded it
off, and then Skip run. The policeman grabbed Teddy too quick, you see.
I reckon he'd have paid Skip off in great shape, 'cause I b'lieve he can
do it."
"Then you admit that he would have fought if he had had the
opportunity?"
"Of course he would! S'posin' a feller smashed you in the neck, an'
knocked your papers in the mud, wouldn't you fight? I guess you would!"
"I will do the questioning, and you can confine yourself to answering,"
said the judge.
"That's all I was doin', sir," Carrots replied, a trifle abashed by the
change which came over the judge's face at his free manner of speaking.
Then it seemed as if the witness was entirely for gotten. Nobody paid
the slightest attention to him until fully five minutes later, when the
lawyer beckoned for him to come down from the stand to where he was
speaking in a low tone with Teddy.
"You can go now," the gentleman said; "and I shall be curious to learn
how long you will keep the promise made in regard to blacking my boots."
"Well, what are you goin' to do with Teddy?" Carrots asked, a look of
disappointment coming over his face as he fancied that the prisoner was
not to be set free.
"He has been discharged. It is all right now. Go out with him, and be
careful not to get into any more trouble on the street, for it might go
hard with you if either came here the second time."
"He's discharged--did you say?" Carrots repeated. "Does that mean he can
go anywhere he wants to?"
"Certainly."
"Well, you're a dandy! I'll live right up to the 'greement I made, an'
don't you forget it!" Carrots replied enthusiastically, and then, as the
lawyer turned away, presumably to attend to his own business, the
amateur Good Samaritan led Teddy from the room, closely followed by
Teenie, who said, when they were once more on the outside of the
building:
"It won't do to loaf 'round here. Skip Jellison an' his gang were jest
gettin' up when I come out. They'll be after us if we don't dust 'mighty
lively."
"Let's go down by the ferry, where we can kind er straighten things, an'
see what we 're goin' to do," Carrots suggested.
Teddy was not disposed to run from the enemy; but his companions
insisted it would be more than foolish to risk an encounter, and he
allowed himself to be led away at a rapid pace.
"Why not go over to your house, Carrots?" Teenie asked. "They'll never
find us there."
"I couldn't get in without somebody seein' me, an' I don't want to give
the snap away, else the whole thing will be broke up. We can do all the
chinnin' we want ter 'round the ferry."
"Seems to me I ought ter go to work. I can't 'ford to fool so much time
away now, after I've been kept still so long," Teddy said, gravely. "I
came here countin' on makin' money enough every day to live on, an'
began by losin' my stock the first thing."
"You ain't lost it yet. I sold every one of your papers, an' have got
the money in my pocket to give you."
"You're a mighty good feller, Carrots; an' if ever I can do anything to
help you, I'll be glad of the chance."
"All I ask is that you stand 'longside of me when Skip an' his crowd
come 'round, 'cause I'll need a friend pretty bad then."
"He sha'n't touch you when I'm near; but I don't see how it's goin' to
be stopped, if they 'rest fellers for fightin' in the city," Teddy
replied, in a tone of perplexity; and straightway the three were plunged
into a maze of bewilderment that the law should interfere by arresting a
fellow when he attempted to defend himself, and allow the beginner of
the trouble to go free.
It seemed to be one of those tangles in the web woven by Justice which
older heads than theirs have failed to unravel.