"No, indeed."
"Aren't we slaves and dogs, and lead a life of utter and hopeless misery?"
"Very true."
"They shall never have it. No, my lad. It's safe; but I've taken a fancy to you, and if anything happens to me, I want you to know where it is."
Jack expressed his thankfulness for this proof of the convict's good will.
"Where is it?" he asked, his curiosity being aroused.
The convict bared his right leg and advanced to the lamp which gave them the light by which they were working.
"Any one around?" he asked.
"I can't see any one," replied Jack.
"You never can tell when the overseers come around. They're on the spy all the time."