A jail might be more comfortable in some respects, eh, old boy?
but I s'pose you prefer liberty.
"'Better to sit in Freedom's hall, With a cold damp floor, and a mouldering wall, Than to bend the neck or to bow the knee In the proudest palace of Slavery.' "Fine sentiment, eh, Boyd ?" The doctor was just drunk enough to spout poetry without knowing or caring whether it was exactly apropos or not.
"Very fine, though not quite to the point, it strikes me," answered Boyd, wincing under the not too gentle touch of the inebriate's shaking hand.

"But how am I to get out of this?
blind and nearly helpless as I am ?" "Well, sir, we've planned it all out for you--never forsake a brother in distress, you know.

There's a warrant out for Bill Dobbs and he has to skedaddle too.

He starts for Texas to-night, and will take charge of you." Savage went on to give the details of the plan, then left with a promise to return at night-fall.

He did so, bringing Dobbs and Smith with him.
Boyd's wounds were attended to again, Dobbs looking on to learn the _modus operandi_; then the invalid, aided by Smith on one side and Dobbs on the other, was conducted to an opening in the woods where a horse and wagon stood in readiness, placed in it, Dobbs taking a seat by his side and supporting him with his arm, and driven a few miles along an unfrequented road to a little country station, where they took the night train going south.
The conductor asked no questions; merely exchanged glances with Dobbs, and seeing him apparently in search of a pin in the inside of his coat, opened his own and handed him one, then passed on through the car.
Boyd was missed from the breakfast table at Ashlands on the morning after the raid upon Ion.