"But I think I can promise you a fifty per cent reduction in what would be the average sentence for such an offense, and a lighter job in prison than falls to the lot of most Federal criminals." "Good," approved Hade, adding: "But not good enough.

I'm still in the thirties.

I'm tougher of constitution than I look.

They can't sentence me for more than a span of years.
And when my term is up, I can enjoy the little batch of 1804 dollars I've laid by.

I think I'll take my chance, unless you care to raise the ante." Brice glanced around at the men who stood on the veranda.
Then he lowered his voice, so as not to be heard by them.
"You are under courtmartial sentence of death as a spy, Mr.
Hade," he whispered.