I'll pay for it, and take it mighty kindly of you, besides." "Oh, all right!" growled the sheriff, secretly relieved.
"One thing more, brother: I think your jailer was in this--but that's your business.

Anyhow, Poole knew which key opened my door, and he didn't know the others.

Of course, he may have forced your jailer to tell him that.

But Poole didn't strike me as being up to any bold enterprise unless it was cut-and-dried." The sheriff departed, leaving Johnson unguarded in the office.

In ten minutes he was back.
"All right," he nodded.