of his prison
lot, but not sufficient by any means to make it acceptable to him.
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. One of the things
that moved him to this, was that already he had been impressed by the
fact that Stener's friends were coming to see him in larger numbers than
Cowperwood's, sending him an occasional basket of fruit, which he
gave to the overseers, and that his wife and children had been already
permitted to visit him outside the regular visiting-day. This was a
cause for jealousy on Bonhag's part. His fellow-overseer was lording it
over him--telling him, as it were, of the high jinks in Block 4.
Bonhag really wanted Cowperwood to spruce up and show what he could do,
socially or otherwise.

And so now he began with: "I see you have your lawyer and your partner
here every day. There ain't anybody else you'd like to have visit you,
is there? Of course, it's against the rules to have your wife or sister
or anybody like that, except on visiting days--" And here he paused
and rolled a large and informing eye on Cowperwood--such an eye as was
supposed to convey dark and mysterious things. "But all the rules ain't
kept around here by a long shot."

Cowperwood was not the man to lose a chance of this kind. He smiled a
little--enough to relieve himself, and to convey to Bonhag that he was
gratified by the information, but vocally he observed: "I'll tell you
how it is, Mr. Bonhag. I believe you understand my position better than
most men would, and that I can talk to you. There are people who would
like to come here, but I have been afraid to let them come. I did
not know that it could be arranged. If it could be, I would be very
grateful. You and I are practical men--I know that if any favors are
extended some of those who help to bring them about must be looked
after. If you can do anything to make it a little more comfortable for
me here I will show you that I appreciate it. I haven't any money on my
person, but I can always get it, and I will see that you are properly
looked after."

Bonhag's short, thick ears tingled. This was the kind of talk he liked
to hear. "I can fix anything like that, Mr. Cowperwood," he replied,
servilely. "You leave it to me. If there's any one you want to see at
any time, just let me know. Of course I have to be very c