Lem risked a nod, with only a vague notion of what "pinch" meant.
Presently the man spoke again.
"Say, pal, you ain't never been in jail before, have ye?"
"Naw," responded Lem without hesitation, "an' I 'low I want out o' heah, too."
He delivered this earnest sentiment with such guileless sincerity that both men snickered.
"Don't you care. You'll feel dopy for a day er two—then ye won't mind it. It'll git your nanny the first time. This is my fifth time in this joint," he volunteered. "I got eight spots ahead of me. Say, pal, sneak me th' makin's, will ye?"
Lem did not answer.
"Have ye got any tobacco on ye?"
"Ef I had, yo'd be welcome to hit—I never use hit."
The man looked disappointed.