"I do."
"Well, what of that?"
"When I last saw them they had some good strong cords bound round their limbs, and a Yorker was holding a gun at their heads."
"Prisoners?"
"It looked very like it."
"Where are they? Tell me all you know."
"Not much; the news is worth something."
"How much do you want?"
"How much what?"
"Did you not say you wanted to sell the news?"