giving a jerk, he almost upset his captor.
“Come here now,” said the detective, pulling him viciously in an effort to establish his authority.
Sebastian came, but it was with a blow which staggered his adversary.
There was more struggling, and then a passing railroad hand came to the detective’s assistance. Together they hurried him toward the depot, and there discovering the local officer, turned him over. It was with a torn coat, scarred hands and face, and a black eye that Sebastian was locked up for the night.
When the children came home they could not say what had happened to their brother, but as nine o’clock struck, and then ten and eleven, and Sebastian did not return, Mrs. Gerhardt was beside herself. He had stayed out many a night as late as twelve and one, but his mother had a foreboding of something terrible to-night. When half-past one arrived, and no Sebastian, she began to cry.
“Some one ought to go up and tell your father,” she said. “He may be in jail.”
Jennie volunteered, but George, who was soundly sleeping, was awakened to go along with her.
“What!” said Gerhardt, astonished to see his two children.
“Bass hasn’t come yet,” said Jennie, and then told the story of the evening’s adventure in explanation.
Gerhardt left his work at once, walking back with his two children to a point where he could turn off to go to the jail. He guessed what had happened, and his heart was troubled.
“Is that so, now!” he repeated nervously, rubbing his clumsy hands across his wet forehead.
Arrived at the station-house, the sergeant in charge told him curtly that Bass was under arrest.
“Sebastian Gerhardt?” he said, looking over his blotter; “yes, here he is. Stealing coal and resisting an officer. Is he your boy?”
“Oh, my!” said Gerhardt, “Ach Gott!” He actually wrung his hands in distress.
“Want to see him?” asked the sergeant.
“Yes, yes,” said the father.
“Take him back, Fred,” said the other to the old watchman in charge, “and let him see the boy.”
When Gerhardt stood in the back room, and Sebastian was brought out all marked and tousled, he broke down and began to cry. No word could cross his lips because of his emotion.
“Don’t cry, pop,” said Sebastian bravely. “I couldn’t help it. It’s all right. I’ll be out in the morning.”
Gerhardt only shook with his grief.
“Don’t cry,” continued Sebastian, doing his very best to restrain his own tears. “I’ll be all right. What’s the use of crying?”
“I know, I know,” said the grey-headed parent brokenly, “but I can’t help it. It is my fault that I should let you do that.”
“No, no, it isn’t,” said Sebastian. “You couldn’t help it. Does mother know anything about it?”
“Yes, she knows,” he returned. “Jennie and George just came up where I was and told me. I didn’t know anything about it until just now,” and he began to cry again.
“Well, don’t you feel badly,” went on Bass, the finest part of his nature coming to the surface. “I’ll be all right. Just you go back to work now, and don’t worry. I’ll be all right.”
“How did you hurt your eye?” asked the father, looking at him with red eyes.
“Oh, I had a little wrestling match with the man who nabbed me,” said the boy, smiling bravely. “I thought I could get away.”
“You shouldn’t do that, Sebastian,” said the father. “It may go harder with you on that account. When does your case come up?”
“In the morning, they told me,” said Bass. “Nine o’clock.”
Gerhardt stayed with his son for some time, and discussed the question of bail, fine, and the dire possibility of a jail sentence without arriving at any definite conclusion. Finally he was persuaded by Bass to go away, but the departure was the occasion for another outburst of feeling; he was led away shaking and broken with emotion.
“It’s pretty tough,” said Bass to himself as he was led back to his cell. He was thinking solely of his father. “I wonder what ma will think.”
The thought of this touched him tenderly. “I wish I’d knocked the dub over the first crack,” he said. “What a fool I was not to get away.”
Chapter VII
Gerhardt was in despair; he did not know any one to whom he could appeal between the hours of two and nine o’clock in the morning. He went back to talk with his wife, and then to his post of duty. What was to be done? He could think of only one friend who was able, or possibly willing to do anything. This was the glass manufacturer, Hammond; but he was not in the city. Gerhardt did not know this, however.
When nine o’clock came, he went alone to the court, for it was thought advisable that the others should stay away. Mrs. Gerhardt was to hear immediately what happened. He would come right back.
When Sebastian was lined up inside the dock he had to wait a long time, for there were several prisoners ahead of him. Finally his name was called, and the boy was pushed forward to the bar. “Stealing coal, Your Honour, and resisting arrest,” explained the officer who had arrested him.
The magistrate looked at Sebastian closely; he was unfavourably impressed by the lad’s scratched and wounded face.
“Well, young man,” he said, “what have you to say for yourself? How did you get your black eye?”
Sebastian looked at the judge, but did not answer.
“I arrested him,” said the detective. “He was on one of the company’s cars. He tried to break away from me, and when I held him he assaulted me. This man here was a witness,” he added, turning to the railroad hand who had helped him.
“Is that where he struck you?” asked the Court, observing the detective’s swollen jaw.
“Yes, sir,” he returned, glad of an opportunity to be further revenged.
“If you please,” put in Gerhardt, leaning forward, “he is my boy. He was sent to get the coal. He —”
“We don’t mind what they pick up around the yard,” interrupted the detective, “but he was throwing it off the cars to half a dozen others.”
“Can’t you earn enough to keep from taking coal off the coal cars?” asked the Court; but before either father or son had time to answer he added, “What is your business?”
“Car builder,”
