What it was I could not see, so quickly he made me hide it in my jacket.

But I caught a glimpse of something that looked like brass, and the packet was hard and heavy.
"It's death, I say; but you may be lucky.

If he does for me, swear you'll never give it up to him.

Take your Bible oath you'll never do that.

And look here: if I'm lucky enough to get off, swear you'll give it back.