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there," observed Bonhag. " It ain't so stuffy. These 
doors out in the yards make a difference." He looked 
toward the tightly sealed door which gave into the 
narrow space outside as though it were some tremendous 
privilege for which Cowperwood should be vastly grateful. 
" Oh yes," said Cowperwood. " That is the yard Mr. 
Desmas spoke about." 
If Bonhag had been a horse his ears would have 
been seen to lift at the mention of this magic name. If 
Cowperwood was so friendly with Desmas that the 
latter had described to him the type of cell he was to 
have beforehand, it behooved Bonhag to be especially 
careful. 
" Yes, that's it, but it ain't much," he observed. " They 
only allow a half-hour a day in it. Still it would be all 
right if a person could stay there longer." 
This was the first hint at graft, favoritism; and Cowper- 
wood distinctly caught the sound of it in Bonhag's voice. 
He could see that some time, if he wished, Bonhag would 
stretch a point in this matter. 
" That is too bad," said Cowperwood. "I don't sup- 
pose good conduct helps a person to get more." He 
smiled in a friendly, impressive way. 
" I'd better teach you your trade," said Bonhag, ge- 
nially. " You've got to learn to cane chairs, so the warden 
says. If you want, we can begin right now." 
Cowperwood expressed himself as delighted, and Bonhag 
went off, locking the door as he went, returning after a 
time with three unvarnished frames of chairs and a bundle 
of cane strips or withes, which he deposited on the floor. 
" Now I'll show you if you'll watch me," he said; and he 
began showing Cowperwood how the strips were to be 
laced through the apertures on either side, cut, and fas- 
tened with little hickory pegs. He had brought a forcing 
awl, a small hammer, a box of pegs, and a pair of clippers. 
After several brief demonstrations with different strips, 
as to how the geometric forms were designed, he allowed 
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