DYCK CALHOUN ENTERS THE WORLD AGAIN
"Is it near the time?" asked Michael Clones of his friend, as they stood
in front of the prison.
His companion, who was seated on a stone, wrapped in dark-green coverings
faded and worn, and looking pinched with cold in the dour November day,
said, without lifting his head:
"Seven minutes, an' he'll be out, God bless him!" "And save him and
protect him!" said Michael. "He deserved punishment no more than I did,
and it's broke him. I've seen the grey gather at his temples, though
he's only been in prison four years. He was condemned to eight, but
they've let him free, I don't know why. Perhaps it was because of what
he told the government about the French navy. I've seen the joy of life
sob itself down to the sour earth. When I took him the news of his
father's death, and told him the creditors were swallowing what was left
of Playmore, what do you think he did?"