Cowperwood to take the matter in hand, watching over 
his shoulder. The latter, quick at anything, manual or 
mental, went at it in his customary energetic fashion, 
and in five minutes demonstrated that, barring the 
skill and speed, which would only come with practice, 
he could do it as well as another. " You'll make out all 
right," said Bonhag. " You're supposed to do ten of 
those a day. We won't count the next few days, though, 
until you get your hand in. I'll come around now and 
then and see how you're getting along. You understand 
about the towel on the door, don't you?" he inquired. 
He was referring to the prisoners' method of calling at- 
tention to their needs. 
"Yes, Mr. Chapin explained that to me," replied Cow- 
Derwood. " I think I know what most of the rules are 
now. I'll try not to break any of them." 
Bonhag went away, and Cowperwood was left to him- 
self, contemplating the years that were before him here. 
He must get Steger and Wingate and his father and others 
to work hard in order to get him out. It was intolerable 
to him to think that he should be compelled to stay here 
even so much as a single year. 
The days which followed brought a number of 
cations of his prison lot, but not sufficient by any means
to make it acceptable to him. In spite of his supposed
influence with Desmas, the helpful connections he 
tained with Steger, Wingate, and others, and the financial
understanding he managed to effect with Bonhag, he was
very uncomfortable and unhappy, though he bore it all
like a stoic. Bonhag, during the first few days in which
he trained Cowperwood in the art of caning chairs,
managed to make it perfectly clear that there were a
number of things he would be willing to do for him. " I
see you have your lawyer and your partner here every
day," he said to him, one morning. " There isn't anybody
else you'd like to have visit you, is there? It's against
the rules to have your wife or sister or anybody like that,