"And why can't you?" said Stowell.
"How?"
"It's two pounds a week you draw on me for Miss Brown, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"Then I'll make it ten on condition that you don't pay me back a penny until I ask for it."
"What a good chap...." But Gell could get no farther—his eyes were full and his throat was hurting him.
On arriving at Douglas he saw Stowell across the platform to the northern train, and just as it was about to start, he said:
"By the way, old man, you don't mind my saying something?"
"Not a bit! What is it?"
"You've hanged that poor devil of a Peel fisherman, and I suppose he deserved it. But I caught a glimpse of him as he was going down to the cells, and I thought he looked a fine fellow."