He kept telling me that he thought they would set me free, but even as he spoke tears would come to his eyes and roll slowly down his cheeks.

It was most disconcerting.

After a while it grew dark and he brought me a candle and left me, taking with him, much to my relief, the sentry and his automatic.

This gave me since my arrest my first moment alone, and, to find anything that might further incriminate or help me, I used it in going rapidly through my knapsack and pockets.

My note-book was entirely favorable.