"Do they ever try to bribe you?"
"No, miss," said Mr. Flannery, a little wistfully. "I suppose they take a look at me and think—and see that I'm not the sort of fellow that would take bribes."
"My brother is sure to offer you money to let him go."
"How much—how much good," said Sergeant-Major Flannery carefully, "does he think that's going to do him?"
"You wouldn't take it, would you?"
"Who, me, miss? Take money to betray my trust, if you understand the expression?"
"Whatever he offers you, I will double. You see, it's so very important that he is kept here, where he will be safe from temptation, Mr. Flannery," said Dolly, timidly, "I wish you would accept this."
The Sergeant-Major felt a quickening of the spirit as he gazed upon the rustling piece of paper in her hand.
"No, no, miss," he said, taking it. "It really isn't necessary."
"I know. But I would rather you had it. You see, I'm afraid my brother may give you a lot of trouble."