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prayed to be let go. Not one of us doubted the 

 truth of what he said now^ but we took him back, 

 and again secured him, and that night Simson and 

 Horde arrested Hughes, whom we thought to be 

 his accomplice, finding him in a gambling house 

 surrounded by his cronies. He, too, was secured 

 and ironed, and slept on the ground, waking up in 

 the morning demanding his "bitters," and as 

 impudent as ever. 



This day, March 19th, Mr. Upshur, a gentleman 

 acting as attorney and agent for Clay Davis at Rio 

 Grande City, and who had shown the greatest 

 sympathy and kindness to us in our troubles, and 

 exerted himself to the utmost to help us, called me 

 to him, led the way to his room, closed and locked 

 the door. He then asked me if I could swear to 

 my money if I saw it. I told him I could not, but 

 described it as well as I could remember. He 

 showed me three or four thousand dollars in gold 

 coin of different nations, and asked me again if I 

 could swear to it. I could not, though I fully 

 believed it was ours. He looked in my face so 

 closely, that for an instant I thought he doubted 

 who and what I was ; but I met his clear eye, with 

 one as honest, and slowly he drew a piece of brown 

 post-office paper from his pocket, and asked: "Is 

 that your handwriting?" "No," was my answer, 

 "but it is that of Mr. Hewes of New Orleans, it is 

 his calculation of five hundred dollars in sover- 



