"You are an early visitor, Mr. Bradley," he said pleasantly.
"I have a favor to ask, Judge."
"Come in here then. What is it? You are no place or plunder hunter."
"Judge, a month ago you asked me to make you a saddle."
"And you would not do it. I remember."
"I could not—at least I thought I could not; now, if you will let me, I will make you the fittest saddle possible—it shall be my own work, every stitch of it."
"How much money do you want for such a saddle, Bradley?"
"I want no money at all. I want a very small favor from you."
"Nothing for the rebels, I hope. I cannot grant any favor in that direction."
"I want nothing for the rebels; I want one hour every Sunday afternoon in the College prison with my class members."