"Ha! That's what I want! See here! Tell me his name, or by the gods of war I will see that you are arrested and shoved for this night's work!"
"An' you will let me off if I tells?"
"Yes."
"Swear it."
"I swear it!"
"You won't make a complaint agin' me?"
"I will not."
"Well, den, yere's his card wot he give me.'"
The ruffian fumbled in his pocket and took out a card, which he passed to Frank, who eagerly grasped it.
"Here's a match, me boy," said the man. "I had a pocketful w'en I braced yer for one."