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"I was locked up in the cellar for a long time before anyone came to talk with me. I looked ‘round to see if there was any chance to get out, but I seen it couldn't be done. I thought it wa'n't hardly worth while to try. Honestly it seemed a kind of relief to be ketched and know I didn't have to run any more. I didn't know why they arrested me, but I s'posed they just thought I'd done something and they'd try to find out what it was, so I thought about what I'd do, and made up my mind I hadn't better say much.
"After a while some fellers come down to see me and took me up in the office. One of ‘em was the marshal and another was a lawyer or police-judge or somethin' of that kind. They said they wanted to fill out some sort of a paper about who I was and where I come from and what my business was and who my father and mother was, and what my religion was, and whether I ever drank, or smoked cigarettes, and the color of my hair and eyes, and how much I weighed, and a lot of things like that. So I told ‘em I was from St. Louis, and guessed at the rest of the answers the best I could. Only I told ‘em I never knew who my father and mother was. They wa'n't satisfied with my answers and fired a lot more questions at me. And then they told me they thought I lied, and they'd put me in the lock-up until mornin', so they put me back there and give me a plate o' scraps for supper, and a straw bed to sleep on, and then went away.