It's good to know I've had enough pluck to do this one white thing, to help make up for it." He faced Gavin, head thrown back, giant shoulders squared, eyes alight.
"Mr.Brice," he said, clearly.

"Through you, I surrender to the United States Government.

I'll make a signed confession, any time you want it.

I'm your prisoner." Gavin shook his head.
"The confession will be of great service, later," said he, "and, as state's evidence, it will clear you from any danger of punishment.

But you're not my prisoner.