Now, if ye'll be dacint, ye shall have part of it." Although Jim saw that Mike was apparently in sport, he knew that the offer of a cash reward for his own betrayal was indeed a sore temptation to him.
"Did ye tell 'im anything, Mike ?" inquired Jim, solemnly.
"Divil a bit." "An' ye knowed I'd lick ye if ye did.

Ye knowed that, didn't ye ?" "I knowed ye'd thry it faithful, an' if ye didn't do it there'd be niver a man to blame but Mike Conlin." Jim said no more, but went to work and got a bountiful supper for Mike.
When he had finished, he took him over to Number Ten, where Harry and Turk were watching.

Quietly opening the door of the cabin, he entered.
Benedict lay on his bed, his rapt eyes looking up to the roof.

His clean-cut, deathly face, his long, tangled locks, and the comfortable appointments about him, were all scanned by Mike, and, without saying a word, both turned and retired.
"Mike," said Jim, as they retraced their way, "that man an' me was like brothers.

I found 'im in the devil's own hole, an' any man as comes atween me an' him must look out fur 'imself forever arter.