"Ha!" said Tulitz.
"De warden said fer me ter come in here an' tell yer' he'd send fer anybody yer wanter see."
"Zere is nopotty."
"Aincher got no friends?"
"Ven I haf money, I have friend—beaucoup, more friend as I know vat to do viz. I haf no money now."
"Wot's your bail?"
"Fi' tousant tollaire! Bah! Vat is fi' tousant tollaire? Many time I spend him viz no more care as I light my cigar. A bagatelle! But," and he added this with a curiously grim expression, "I haf no bagatelle to-day."
The guard sidled up to Tulitz and whispered in his ear, "What'll yer gimme if I gitcher a bondsman?"
"Ha!" said Tulitz, "you haf ze man?"
"I knows a man," replied the guard reflectively, "who might do it on my recommend. Sometimes, w'en a man aint got no frien's, but kin lay aroun' 'im an' scoop tergedder a couple er hundred dollars, I mention him ter my frien' wid a recommend, an' dat settles it, out he comes."