I don't believe there's another man but me in 'Frisco," he cried, with a sudden fervor of self admiration, "who could have raised that last ten thousand!--Then there's another thing.

I had hoped you might have peddled that opium through the islands, which is safer and more profitable.

But with this three-month limit, you must make tracks for Honolulu straight, and communicate by steamer.

I'll try to put up something for you there; I'll have a man spoken to who's posted on that line of biz.

Keep a bright lookout for him as soon's you make the islands; for it's on the cards he might pick you up at sea in a whaleboat or a steam-launch, and bring the dollars right on board." It shows how much I had suffered morally during my sojourn in San Francisco, that even now when our fortunes trembled in the balance, I should have consented to become a smuggler and (of all things) a smuggler of opium.