name of the other man?" inquired I.

"Well, you are a good 'un to put a face upon a matter, I will say. You
would almost persuade me, with that innocent look of yours, that you
know nothing about the business."

"Nor do I," replied I.

"You will be fortunate if you can prove as much, that's all."

"Still, you have not answered my question: what is the other man's
name?"

"Well," replied the gaoler, laughing, "since you are determined I shall
tell you, I will. It must be news to you, with a vengeance. His name
is Bill Ogle, _alias_ Swamping Bill. I suppose you never heard that
name before?"

"I certainly never did," replied I.

"Perhaps you do not know your own name? Yet I can tell it you, for Bill
Ogle has blown upon you so far."

"Indeed," replied I; "and what name has he given to me?"

"Why, to do him justice, it wasn't until he saw a copy of the
depositions before the magistrates, and heard how you were nabbed in
trying to help him off, that he did tell it; and then he said, `Well,
Phill Maddox always was a true 'un, and I'm mortal sorry that he's in
for't, by looking a'ter me.' Now do you know your own name?"

"I certainly do not," replied I.

"Well, did you ever hear of one who went by the name of Phill Maddox?"

"I never did," replied I; "and I am glad that Ogle has disclosed so
much."

"Well, I never before met with a man who didn't know his own name, or
had the face to say so, and expect to be believed; but never mind, you
are right to be cautious, with the halter looking you in the face."

"O God! O God!" exclaimed I, throwing myself on the bedstead, and
covering up my face, "give me strength to bear even that, if so it must
be."

The gaoler looked at me for a time. "I don't know what to make of him--
he puzzles me quite, certainly. Yet it's no mistake."

"It is a mistake," replied I, rising; "but whether the mistake will be
found out until too late, is another point. However, it is of little
consequence. What have I to live for,--unless to find out who is my
father?"

"Find out your father! what's in the wind now? well, it beats my
comprehension altogether. But did not you say you wished me to get you
something?"

"Yes," replied I; and I gave him some money, with directions to purchase
me implements for writing, some scented wax, a tooth-brush, and
tooth-powder, eau de cologne, hair-brush and comb, razors, small
looking-glass, and various implements for my toilet.

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