A light blazed through the blackness and after an interval of silence the jailer made his appearance in front of the cell, a pistol in his hand.
"Don't be afraid, Jeekum," said Neil reassuringly.

"You forgot the door and we've been having a little fun with the jury.

That's all!" The nervous whiteness left Jeekum's face at this cheerful report and he was about to close the door when Nathaniel exhibited a handful of gold pieces in the candle-light and frantically beckoned the man to come in.
The jailer's eyes glittered understandingly and with a backward glance down the lighted corridor he thrust his head and shoulders inside.
"Five hundred dollars for that note!" he whispered.

"Five hundred beside the four you've got!" "Jeekum's a fool!" said Neil, as the door closed on them.

"I feel sorry for him." "Why ?" "Because he is accepting the money.