AN IMMENSE crowd had gathered at the hotel awaiting John's arrival. The news of his arrest had stirred the town to feverish excitement.
Without turning to the right or left, or answering a look of recognition, he marched between two soldiers through the mass of men and boys in the office and climbed the stairs to the rooms of the United States Commissioner who was waiting to receive him.
The Commissioner handed him the warrant and he merely glanced at its title:
"The United States versus John Graham
Conspiracy and Murder"
"I shall hold you without bail, Mr. Graham," said the Commissioner.
John merely nodded his head.
"To the county jail, sergeant!"
The soldiers turned and John descended the stairs, and again passed through the crowd, his head erect, his face an immovable mask.
