Presently, to his cell came the doorman and said: 

“Say, kid, that old gazabo that was pinched with you for scrapping seems to have been the goods after all.  He ’phoned to his friends, and he’s out at the desk now with a roll of yellowbacks as big as a Pullman car pillow.  He wants to bail you, and for you to come out and see him.”

“Tell him I ain’t in,” said James Turner.