Butts. Thank Heaven for that! Where is she, my grandchild?
Harry. Safe, I tell you. I, and I alone, know where to find her.
Butts. John Robinson, you’re a noble—no—I mean you’re a—Oh! lead me to her. I’m an old man. This child—I long to clasp her in my arms.
Harry. Lead you? Well, Butts, under the circumstances, that is a very cool proposition. You forget: by your own admission, I am your prisoner.
Butts. You are free, only give me the child.
Harry. Five thousand dollars for John Robinson, hey, Butts?
Butts. If it were fifty thousand dollars, give me the child, and you are free.
Harry. I’m astonished, Butts! you an officer of the law, never known to take a bribe!
Butts. Oh, curse the law! John Robinson, if you are a man, lead me to that child.