But if I escape, my gratitude--" "Pshaw!" interrupted Jonathan, scornfully.

"Your gratitude will vanish with your danger.

Pay fools with promises.

I must have something in hand." "You shall have all I have about me," replied Darrell.
"Well--well," grumbled Jonathan, "I suppose I must be content.

An ill-lined purse is a poor recompense for the risk I have run.