Then he turned to Pete.
"What is this, Johnson?
A plant ?" Pete's nose quivered.
"Sure! It was a plant from the first.

The Pooles were hired to set upon me.

This one was sent, masked, to tell me to break out.

Then, as I figure it, I was to be betrayed back again, to get two or three years in the pen for breaking jail.

Nice little scheme!" "Who did it?
For Poole, if you're not lying, was only a tool." "Sheriff," said Pete, "pass your hand through my hair and feel there, and look at my face.