“Would he know how I got out?” asked Harry.
“I don’t know. What are you willing to give?”
Harry saw that it was merely a matter of bargaining, and finally prevailed upon Joel to release him for a five-dollar bill.
“I want the money now,” said Joel.
“How do I know that you will do as you have agreed?”
“Give me the money, and I’ll tell you.”
Harry passed over the bank bill, and Joel said:
“Dad’s gone to the village, and mam’s gone over to Mrs. Bean’s. All you’ve got to do is to go downstairs, and walk out.”
Harry was by no means slow to take the hint.
“Good-by, Joel,” he said, extending his hand; “I won’t forget the favor you’ve done me.”