"Well, well," said the landlord "we burn daylight in such talk as this.
I come to you as the only man who will or can help me in this matter;
and Lucy Munro tells me you will--you made her some such promise."
"Well, now, I guess I must toe the chalk, after all; though, to say
truth, I don't altogether remember giving any such promise. It must be
right, though, if she says it; and sartain she's a sweet body--I'll go
my length for her any day."
"You'll not lose by it; and now hear my plan. You know Brooks, the
jailer, and his bulldog brother-in-law, Tongs? I saw you talking with
both of them yesterday."
"Guess you're right. Late acquaintance, though; they aint neither on 'em
to my liking."
"Enough for our purpose. Tongs is a brute who will drink as long as he
can stand, and some time after it. Brooks is rather shy of it, but he
will drink enough to stagger him, for he is pretty weak-headed. We have
only to manage these fellows, and there's the end of it. They keep the
jail.
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