"Well, I've said my say," Slimy remarked, rising from his seat. "An'
now, I'm sorry I'll 'ave to ill-convenience you, Mr. Waymark. You've
behaved better to me than most has, and I wouldn't pay you in
ill-convenience, if I could help it. But I must have time enough to
get off clear. I'll 'ave jist to keep you from 'ollerin'--this
way, see--but I won't hurt you; the nose is good enough for
breathin'. I'll see as some one comes to let you out before
to-morrow mornin'. An' now I'll say good-bye, Mr. Waymark. You won't
see Slimy in this world again, an' if I only knowed 'ow to say a
prayer, why, I'd pray as you mightn't never see him in the next."
With one more look, a look at once of wild anticipation and friendly
regret, Slimy disappeared.
The relief consequent upon the certainty that no worse could happen
had brought Waymark into a state of mind in which he could regard
his position with equanimity. The loss of the money seemed now to be
the most serious result of the affair. Slimy had promised that
release should come before the morning, and would doubtless keep his
word Waymark had a certain confidence in this, which a less
interested person would perhaps have deemed scarcely warrantable.
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