The constable that had aided the deputy-marshall in making the arrest, had agreed however to send word to Joseph Putnam of what had occurred; and comforted by the thought of having at least one staunch friend to stand by him, Master Raymond had slept soundly even on a prison pallet.
The next morning, as early as the rules of the jail would admit, Joseph Putnam came to see him.

"I had intended to come and see you in Boston to-day," said Master Joseph, "but the she-wolf was too quick for me." "Why, had you heard anything ?" "Yes, and I hardly understand it.

Abigail Williams called to see Goodwife Buckley yesterday, and told her in confidence that it was probable you would be cried out against by Sister Ann and Jethro Sands; and to warn me of it." "Abigail Williams!" "Yes; and she also dropped a hint that none of the other 'afflicted girls' had anything to do with it--for they looked upon you as a very nice young man, and a friend." "Well, that is good news indeed," said Master Raymond brightening up.
"And I called upon Doctor Griggs on my way here, and he says he is confident there was an 'evil hand' upon you when you were suffering at my house; and he will be on hand at the examination to give his testimony, if it is needed, to that effect." "But that terrible sister-in-law of yours! If she could only be kept away from the examination for half-an-hour; and give me time to impress the magistrates and the people a little." "It might be done perhaps," said Joseph Putnam musing.
"Do not be too conscientious about the means, my dear friend," continued Master Raymond.

"Do not stand so straight that you lean backward.
Remember that this is war and a just war against false witnesses, the shedders of innocent blood, and wicked or deceived rulers.

If I am imprisoned, what is to become of Dulcibel?
Think of her--do not think of me." Joseph Putnam was greatly agitated.