Shoulder and
some ribs cracked and my legs stove up. I can't move. God, that was an
awful tumble!" He shuddered in memory of the auto's leap.
"Is Sam or Davy in this gang?"
"No; Davy's at Blackwell's Island, an' Sam told me he was goin' to
Canada fer his health. Jim Courtney is the leader of this gang. He
sailed under the name of Gregory. That's him swearin' at the rubes."
"The thing for you to do is to make a clean breast of it, Briggs. It
will go easier with you."
"Turn State's evidence? What good will that do when we was all caught
with the goods?"
"If you will tell us all of the inside facts concerning the abduction
I'll guarantee that something can be done to lighten your sentence. I am
Congressman Bonner's nephew."
"So? I thought you was the swellest hold-up man I ever met, that night
out in the woods. You'd do credit to Sam Welch himself. I'll tell you
all I know, pardner, but it ain't a great deal. It won't do me any good
to keep my mouth shut now, an', if you say so, it may help me to squeal.
But, fer the Lord's sake, have one of these rotten doctors give me
something to make me sleep. Don't they know what morphine is for?"
Growling and cursing at the doctors, Bill was moved into the office.
Anderson came in from the dining-room at that juncture, visibly excited.
"I've got a confession from Gregory," he said.
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