elets, ordering Mr. Sambo Ebony to turn over and
lie face downward, with his hands behind his back. Then the handcuffs were
slipped over the black wrists.

"Now, Sambo," called Tom laughingly, "we'll set you on your feet and
whistle the rogues' march for you all the way."

"Yah, yah, yah!" jeered one of the negroes who had come up with Foreman
Corbett, as he gazed contemptuously up and down the bulky figure of Mr.
Ebony. "Yo' done been tellin' us 'spectable cullud fo'ks dat de great way
to injye life was to be tough an' smaht, lak yo'se'f. How ye' feel erbout
it now? Doan' yo' wish yo' been mo' 'spectable yo'se'f? Doan' ye' done
wish dat ye' had been to camp-meeting a few times in yo' life? Doan' yo'
wish ye' been honest most er de time, an' been a hahd-wo'kin',
pay-ye'-bills niggah lak some ob de rest oh us? Yo' fool lump er tar,
yo' boun' ter go de way ob all de wicked---down to ye' grave in misery an'
sorrow. It's de way oh all ob yo' lazy, ugly, wuthless kind!"

"I've heard philosophers talk," laughed Dick, in an aside to Tom Reade,
"but I can't say that I ever yet listened to a trained philosopher who had
the truth of life down any more pat than the negro workman who just now
gave his views."

"On all matters of good behavior wise men of all degrees hold about the
same views," nodded Reade, "even though they may express their thoughts in
differing grades of speech. This good negro knows just where the bad negro
has failed in life."

Mr. Sambo Ebony was marched off to jail. Even up to the minute when he
was sentenced to twenty years' imprisonment the big black stubbornly
refused to give his real name. He was therefore taken away to prison
under the name "Sambo Ebony."

Evarts got off with eight years and four months in prison. He is still
serving that sentence.

Hawkins and his crew of gamblers and bootleggers were sentenced to two
years apiece, as only misdemeanor charges could be preferred against them.

From the foregoing it will be inferred that the proposed jail delivery by
other members of the gang from elsewhere did not come off according to
plan. The truth was that the citizens of Blixton, when appealed to,
organized a strong guard which was thrown around the jail. Doubtless the
gang-members were warned in time, and so did not attempt to commit
wholesale suicide by running against a citizens' posse.

Mr. Bascomb is still president of the Melliston Company, and he is holding
up his hea