Perhaps, as you don't know where you are going, you may remember what your name is," continued the man, good naturedly.
There was a temptation to give a false name; but is it was so strongly beaten into our hero that the truth is better than a falsehood, he held his peace.
"Excuse me, sir, but I can't stop to talk now." "In a hurry?
Well, I dare say you are.

I suppose there is no doubt but you are Master Robert Bright." "Not the least, sir; I haven't denied it yet, and I am not ashamed of my name," replied Bobby, with a good deal of spirit.
"That's honest; I like that." "Honesty is the best policy," added Bobby.
"That's cool for a rogue, any how.

You ought to thought of that afore." "I did." "And stole the money ?" "I didn't.

I never stole a penny in my life." "Come, I like that." "It is the truth." "But they won't believe it over to the Reform school," laughed the man.
"They will one of these days, perhaps." "You are a smart youngster; but I don't know as I can make five dollars any easier than by taking you back where you come from." "Yes, you can," replied Bobby, promptly.
"Can I ?" "Yes." "How ?" "By letting me go." "Eh; you talk flush.

I suppose you mean to give me your note, payable when the Kennebec dries up." "Cash on the nail," replied Bobby.