“I know, and you will have one, too. I don’t intend you to get the cream and leave me the skim milk.”
“Then, if you will drive such a hard bargain, come back, and half is agreed.”
The broker chuckled softly.
“That is more like it,” said he.
“Then you will see the boy,” asked George as he pulled his collar up tightly about his neck.
“Yes,” and true to his promise the Jew crossed the river and presented himself at the prison door.
“May I see a young man in whom I am interested by the name of Farren? He was put in for theft.”
“And a bird he is, too,” said the officer in charge.
“Let me see, do I know you?” hesitated the Jew, looking into the officer’s face.
“I guess you do, Mr. Nathans, for I am the man that took the sailor and Jim from your shop. My partner is here, too, Arkwright, only he is too darn nice to live. I wouldn’t want to ask him to do a job for me if I wanted one done.”