portant of the two, and that, as Bonhag suspected, he 
still had money. And so, entirely aside from Warden 
Desmas's recommendation, which was given in a very 
quiet, non-committal way, Bonhag was interested to see 
what he could do for Cowperwood for a price. He was 
actually afraid that if he did not do something, Steger, 
who looked very important to him, and Wingate, who had 
a very considerable air as a business man, although he 
was not a remarkable one, might say something to Desmas, 
whom he fancied they knew. Cowperwood might com- 
plain, and the latter not being like those friendless 
creatures in the other cells who had no one to speak their 
woes to, Bonhag would be in danger of criticism on some 
score. Trust the sycophant promptly to see on which 
side his bread is buttered. 
The day Cowperwood was installed here, having been 
brought over by Chapin, Bonhag lolled up to the door, 
which was open, and said, in a semi-patronizing way, 
"Got all your things over yet?" It was his business to 
lock the door once Cowperwood was inside it. 
"Yes, sir," replied Cowperwood, who had been shrewd 
enough to get the new overseer's name from Chapin; 
"this is Mr. Bonhag, I presume?" 
"That's me," replied Bonhag, easily and curiously. 
He was anxious to study Cowperwood, to see what type 
of man he was. The latter was more than a match for 
the situation. His manner betrayed just that amount 
of deference and confidence, without sycophancy, which 
would be grateful to the thick - witted overseer. He 
wanted to patronize Cowperwood, and yet to be con- 
sidered by him. Exactly what he expected he received. 
Cowperwood was alert, courteous, industrious. He fell 
into an easy conversation with this master of the hall 
which was confiding and yet not familiar. In a reserved 
way he described Mr. Chapin and his pleasure in being 
with him. 
"You'll find it a little different down here from up 
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