The watch was handed over.
“Just go down in your pocket and see how many greenbacks you can find—you can't spend them in prison.”
A pocket-book with quite a sum of money was given up.
“Let me see! They won't allow you to smoke a meerschaum pipe in prison; so I'll save that for you till you get out. I'll guarantee it will be well colored.”
The pipe was returned to its owner.
“Now, that half-pound plug of tobacco, please. You may bite off one more chaw, as it will probably be the last you'll get right away.”
The rebel obeyed orders.
“As you will have no tramping to do after you get to the prison, and I'm liable to be on the go most of the time, we'd better swap shoes, as mine are nearly worn out.”
The exchange was made.
“That canteen!”