“I found it in the yard.”
“What were you going to do with it?”
“Oh! I wasn't going to do any ill with it.”
“Then why that guilty look when you dropped it. Come, now—I am in no humor to be hard upon you. Were you going to make some more cards?”
“Now, sir, didn't I promise you I never would do that again;” and Robinson wore an aggrieved look. “Would I break a promise I made to you?”
“What was it for then?”
“Am I bound to criminate myself, your reverence?”
“Certainly not to your enemy! but to your friend, and to him who has the care of your soul—yes!”
“Let me ask you a question first, sir. Which is worth most, one life or twenty?”
“Twenty.”