"Oh, bother your nonsense! I suppose you are after the thousand dollars offered for my apprehension."
"You have guessed right the first time. I am not a rich man, and I don't mind telling you that a thousand dollars will be particularly acceptable just about now."
"So I supposed. You don't feel particularly unfriendly to me?"
"Oh, no. I might under different circumstances come to love you like a brother."
"Or join my band?"
"Well, no; I draw the line there. As a Quaker I could not consistently join a band of robbers."
"Who are you?" asked Fox abruptly. "You weren't raised around here."
"No."
"Where, then?"
"I come from Iowa."