Part 20 (2/2)
You was ht, ain't they?”
”Of course What could they do, Wingie?”
”Get you pard'n, in two, three years ood record here”
”Oh, I don't care for a pardon”
”Wha-a-t? You're kiddin'”
”No, Wingie, quite seriously I as What you talkin' 'bout? Principle fiddlesticks Want to get out o' here?”
”Of course I do”
”Well, then, quit your principle racket What's principle got t' do with 't? Your principle's 'gainst get-tin' out?”
”No, but against being pardoned”
”You're beyond me, Aleck Guess you're joshi+n' ie You see, I wouldn't apply for a pardon, because it would be asking favors froainst it, you understand? It would be of no use, anyhow, Wingie”
”An' if you could get a pard'n for the askin', you won't ask, Aleck
That's what you mean?”
”Yes”
”You're hot stuff, Aleck What they call you, Narchist? Hot stuff, by gosh!+ Can't h Seems daffy Lis'n t' et, an' then tell 'eo t'hell
That's what _I_ would do, ly The faint echo of the Captain's step reaches us froht and left, Wingie leans over toward the door His mouth between the bars, he whispers very low:
”Principles opposed to a get-a-way, Aleck?”
The sudden question bewilders me The instinct of liberty, my revolutionary spirit, thea wild, tu with hope, intense to the point of pain I remain silent Is it safe to trust him? He seems kind and syie whispers, as if reading ie, I believe you My principles are not opposed to an escape
I have been thinking about it, but so far--”
”S-sh!+ Easy Walls have ears”
”Any chance here, Wingie?”
”Well, it's a dah dump, this 'ere is; but there's many a star in heaven, Aleck, an' you et-a-way here since Paddy McGraw sneaked over th' roof, that's--leo, 'bout”