The very first words I heard them interchange as I became conscious, were the words of my own thought, "Two One Pound notes." "How did he get 'em ?" said the convict I had never seen.
"How should I know ?" returned the other.

"He had 'em stowed away somehows.

Giv him by friends, I expect." "I wish," said the other, with a bitter curse upon the cold, "that I had 'em here." "Two one pound notes, or friends ?" "Two one pound notes.

I'd sell all the friends I ever had for one, and think it a blessed good bargain.

Well?
So he says-- ?" "So he says," resumed the convict I had recognized,--"it was all said and done in half a minute, behind a pile of timber in the Dock-yard,--'You're a going to be discharged ?' Yes, I was.