“No,” replied Samuel. “Why?”
“If we let you go, will you shut up about this?”
“Why, yes,” said the boy, “if you want me to.”
“All right,” said the sergeant. “And you, Charlie—we've got you dead, you know.”
“Yes,” said the other, “I know.”
“And there's ten years coming to you, you understand?”
“Yes, I guess so.”
“All right. Then will you call it a bargain?”
“I will,” said Charlie. “You'll skip the town, and hold your mouth?”
“I will.”