“In a case of life or death I think I could.”
“Well, that’s sensible. Here is the pen.”
“But suppose I refuse?”
“Well, then, you are a doomed man, that’s all, and there’s an end of it. Good-day!”
“Stay; do not go yet. Upon second thought, I think I will write a note. Will you wait for an answer?”
“Of course, if the money is likely to be forthcoming.”
“But it’s contrary to the rules of the prison to write letters unknown to the governor, you know.”
“Oh, the governor be d——d! What matters? He’ll not know a syllable about it. Here you are; scribble away.”
Phillip Redgill took the pen and paper.
“Go out for a minute, Captain Jack, and stretch your legs. By the time you return I shall have the note written.”