This bit of money looks mighty big to Mr.Pinkerton; it may spell life or health to him; but among all your creditors, I don't see that it amounts to a hill of beans--I don't believe it'll pay their car-fares all round.
And don't you think you'll ever get thanked.

You were known to pay a long price for the chance of rummaging that wreck; you do the rummaging, you come home, and you hand over ten thousand--or twenty, if you like--a part of which you'll have to own up you made by smuggling; and, mind! you'll never get Billy Fowler to stick his name to a receipt.

Now just glance at the transaction from the outside, and see what a clear case it makes.

Your ten thousand is a sop; and people will only wonder you were so damned impudent as to offer such a small one! Whichever way you take it, Mr.Dodd, the bottom's out of your character; so there's one thing less to be considered." "I daresay you'll scarce believe me," said I, "but I feel that a positive relief." "You must be made some way different from me, then," returned Nares.
"And, talking about me, I might just mention how I stand.

You'll have no trouble from me--you've trouble enough of your own; and I'm friend enough, when a friend's in need, to shut my eyes and go right where he tells me.