And then I remembered Morrell's trick.

Now, if ever, was the need of it; and now, if ever, was the time to practise the faith of it.

I smiled up in the face of Warden Atherton.

And I put faith in that smile, and faith in the proposition I made to him.
"Warden," I said, "do you see the way I am smiling?
Well, if, at the end of the ten days, when you unlace me, I smile up at you in the same way, will you give a sack of Bull Durham and a package of brown papers to Morrell and Oppenheimer ?" "Ain't they the crazy ginks, these college guys," Captain Jamie snorted.
Warden Atherton was a choleric man, and he took my request for insulting braggadocio.
"Just for that you get an extra cinching," he informed me.
"I made you a sporting proposition, Warden," I said quietly.

"You can cinch me as tight as you please, but if I smile ten days from now will you give the Bull Durham to Morrell and Oppenheimer ?" "You are mighty sure of yourself," he retorted.
"That's why I made the proposition," I replied.
"Getting religion, eh ?" he sneered.
"No," was my answer.