a technicality, but that won't stop me from going to jail 
just now. I have to go or I have to leave the country, 
and I've made up my mind to go. I can fight this out 
right here in Philadelphia in the long run and win. I 
can get that decision reversed in the Supreme Court, or 
I can get the governor to pardon me after a time, I think. 
I'm not going to run away, and everybody knows I'm 
not. These people that think they have got me down 
haven't got one corner of me whipped. I'll get out of 
this thing after a while, and when I do I'll show some of 
these petty little politicians what it means to put up 
a real fight. They'll never get a damned dollar out of 
me now—not a dollar. I did intend to pay that five hun- 
dred thousand dollars some time if they had let me go. 
Now they can whistle." 
He set his teeth for the moment with an ugly Cowper- 
woodish set, and his gray eyes fairly snapped their deter- 
mination; but his face modified a moment after to its usual 
bland, pleasant expression. 
"Well, I've done all I can, Frank," pleaded Steger, 
sympathetically. "You'll do me the justice to say that 
I put up the best fight I knew how. I may not know 
how—you'll have to answer for that—but within my 
limits I've done the best I can. I can do a few things 
more to carry this thing on, if you want me to, but I'm 
going to leave it to you now. Whatever you say goes." 
"Don't talk nonsense at this stage," replied Cowper- 
wood, testily. " I know whether I'm satisfied or not, 
and I'd soon tell you if I wasn't. I think you might as 
well go on and see if you can find some definite grounds 
for carrying it to the Supreme Court, but meanwhile 
I'll begin my sentence. I suppose Payderson will be 
naming a day to have me brought before him now shortly." 
"It depends on how you'd like to have it, Frank. 
I could get a stay of sentence for a week, maybe, or ten 
days, if it will do you any good. Shannon won't make 
any objection to that, I'm sure. There's only one hitch.