--Manuel Peirire.--[Committed by] Sheriff--Sheriff.
Crime--Contrary to law."
Now the jailer had done his duty, so far as his feelings were
concerned; but, such were the stern requirements of the law, and his
functions so restricted by Mr. Grimshaw, that he dare not make
distinctions. He called Daley, one of the criminal assistants, and
ordered him to show the prisoner his room.
"Here, my boy, take yer blanket," said Daley; and throwing him a
coarse, filthy-looking blanket, told him to roll it up and follow
him. "It's on the second floor we'll put ye, among the stewards;
there's a nice lot on 'em to keep yer company, and ye'll have a
jolly time, my boy." Manuel followed through the second iron door
until he came to a large door secured with heavy bolts and bars,
which Daley began to withdraw and unlock. "Don't be takin' it amiss;
it's a right good crib, savin' the' bed, an' it's that's the worst
of it. Bad luck to old Grimshaw, an' himself thinks everybody's
bones be's as tuf as his own," said Daley, and threw open the heavy
doors, sending forth those ominous prison sounds. "All here? Ah! yer
a pretty set of lambs, as the British consul calls yees. Have ye
ever a drop to spare?" At this, three or four respectable-looking
black men came to the door and greeted Manuel. "Come, talk her out,
for th' auld man'll be on the scent.
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