He's agreed.

You have to meet the action of the Grand Jury, anyhow; you couldn't leave the county; and you're better off in jail while I go back to New York to rustle money." "Oh--you're going, are you ?" "To-night.

You couldn't leave the county even if you were out on bond.
The sheriff's a square man; he'll treat you right; you'll have a chance to get shut of that insomnia, and right here's the safest place in Pima County for you.

I want a letter to that cousin of yours in Abingdon." "'Tisn't Abingdon--it's Vesper.

And I'm not particularly anxious to tell him that I'm in jail on a felony charge." "Don't want you to tell him--or anybody.