Warden. That's right! [Clapping him on the back and putting his arm around his shoulder.] Look here—help us save her!
Trotter. How?
Warden. Indorse a note of Sterling's to give Ryder to keep him quiet.
Trotter. I'd have to ask my wife.
Warden. No! Don't start off like that! Keep the reins in your own hands at the very beginning,—make her realize from this very day that you're raised up on the cushion beside her; that she's sitting lower down admiring the scenery, while you do the driving through life!
Trotter. [Half laughing.] Ha! I guess you're right. Box seat and reins are good enough for me!
Warden. Good boy! Then we can count on you to sign this note?
Trotter. Where's my security?
Warden. I can get you security if you want it.
Trotter. Of course I want it! And I say, where are you? Why aren't you in it?