"He'll die game for all that! Poor fellow! he takes it like a glass of egg-nog."
"Ah! Mr. Hitch! isn't it out of order, and he so green? You ought to give a chap a year to ripen for the hemp."
"Do, Hitch, give him a little longer rope, and take him in his regular turn. You're sure to have him, you know, when his time's up."
"O! stubble it, George. Hitch can't, or he would; for he never hurries a cove when it's left to himself."
"That's a fact, my kiddies," exclaimed the officer, who seemed pleased at the compliment; "but the commissioner wants Harry, and so, of course, I must pull him."
"I'm satisfied, whatever comes of it," added the prisoner.
Bell whispered in the officer's ear: "Couldn't you let him pike if I come down with a thimble and ten beans?"
"A watch and ten guineas?"
"I might if you paid on delivery."