I was conducted to the keeper’s room for the night, and the two men sat up with me. I was accosted with many interrogatories, to which I gave little answer, but complained of the hurt in my leg. To this I could obtain no reply except, Curse you, my lad! if that be all, we will give you some ointment for that; we will annoint it with a little cold iron. They were indeed excessively sulky with me, for having broken their night’s rest and given them all this trouble. In the morning they were as good as their word, fixing a pair of fetters upon both my legs, regardless of the ancle which was now swelled to a considerable size, and then fastening me with a padlock to a staple in the floor / of my dungeon. I expostulated with warmth upon this treatment, told them that I was a man upon whom the law had as yet passed no censure, and who therefore in the eye of the law was innocent. But they bid me keep such fudge as that for people who knew no better; that they knew what they did, and would answer it to any court in England.