“I wish,” said the other, with a bitter curse upon the cold, “that I had 'em here.”

“Two one pound notes, or friends?”

“Two one pound notes.

I'd sell all the friends I ever had for one, and think it a blessed good bargain. Well? So he says — ?”

“So he says,” resumed the convict I had recognized, — “it was all said and done in half a minute, behind a pile of timber in the Dock-yard, — 'You're a going to be discharged?' Yes, I was. Would I find out that boy that had fed him and kep his secret, and give him them two one pound notes? Yes, I would.

And I did.”

“More fool you,”