CHAPTER IV

BY PROCESS OF LAW “Twenty-four away on the westbound express,” said Craig, “and thirty-two thus far gone by truck, and that makes----” “Fifty-six,” said Warden Green. The warden was a large man with a beard, and the warden had a great reputation as a laugher. Like many large men with a good digestion, the warden laughed easily when prisoners complained of mistreatment, laughed when they howled and cursed under punishment, laughed as he censored their letters to the outside world. But he wasn’t laughing now. He sat …