“Pat, you understand what I’m here for?”
“Faith, and I don’t want to be here for the same purpose you are, to be a gentleman, or to be a officer as you was.”
“No, that was by choice, Pat, I was here. I have plenty of money, and now it will do me no good, if I am to stay in here, and if I were out of here, I would have enough to last us both the rest of our lives. Now, Pat, can you find a way to get me away from here, so this place will never see nor hear of either of us again?”
“Well, me friend, what would be the job I would have after we got away from here?”
“Did I not tell you that you would never have to work any more?”
“And I would be a gentleman, then?”
“Yes, you would, Pat. Now, let me plan this. You are trusted, and the superintendent has confidence in you, and you can get me out of here, and walk out yourself, and then we can leave the country together.”
“And what would the poor man do without me help?”
“Oh, go along! What does he care for your help? There are many others who would be glad to take your place, and you would be a gentleman then, Pat. Just think of it!”