"
"How's Parsons going to know which are our boys?" continued Chisholm.
"They ought to have some kind of badge or some kind of a password, or
your enemies, as well as your friends, will be eating up your
provisions."
"That's what I want you to attend to," added Quincy. "I'll arrange with
Parsons that if anybody gives him the letters B D on the quiet, he is to
consider that they are on our side, and mustn't take any money from
them, but chalk it up on my score. Now, I depend upon you, Mr. Chisholm,
to give the password to the faithful, and to pay you for your time and
trouble just take this."
And he passed a twenty-dollar bill to Sylvester. The latter drew back.
"No, Mr. Sawyer," said he, "I cannot take any money for that service.
This work is to be done, for I understand the whole business, to defeat
the man who, I think, has treated my sister in a very mean manner, and
I'm willing to work all day and all night without any pay to knock that
fellow out. Let's put it that way,--I'm working against him, and not for
you; and, looking at it that way, of course, there's no reason why you
should pay me anything.
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