"And suppose you get me tried all over again?" said Lannoe. "Look here, Master Tregenna, you're a gentleman, and I'm only a rough miner, but we are both on the same road. I arn't blind, so you may just as well speak plain. I know, you know, and speak plain, and don't hide it from you about Bess Prawle, and my being kicked off and threatened. You don't suppose I let Amos Pengelly half kill me when he threw me on the rocks without owing him for it and wanting to pay it back, even if I do work with him now all smooth? Why can't you speak plain too? I know, you know, about your wanting young miss, and the old man saying you shouldn't, and your Amos Pengelly--this here bullying, ordering Londoner--coming and throwing you. There, master, you'd better hand over that hundred pounds." "And if I do?" said Tregenna, leaning forward, placing his elbows on the table as he faced Lannoe, and joined his hands carefully as if he were going to say his prayers. "Wait and see," said the man. "You don't want to know, sir. You want to hear that Wheal Carnac's a failure, and I'm the man as can make it one. Now what do you say?" Tregenna remained thinking for a time, with hate and revenge against cautiousness fighting for the mastery. It was two to one, and cautiousness was beaten. "I'll give you the hundred pounds, Lannoe," he said; "but I warn you that if you play me false I'll have the police on your track at once. You may think think you could get away, or throw it back in my face that I set you to do something; but you could not get away, and my character would be set against yours if you brought any charge against me." "Who's going to?" cried the man. "And if it cost me a couple of thousand pounds, man, I'd have you in the dock." "Don't I tell you I'd do any thing to pay Amos Pengelly, master. Hand over that money." "I have not got it here," said Tregenna. "What?" "You don't suppose a gentleman keeps a hundred pounds always in his pocket, do you?" "I should," said the man, grimly, "if I'd got it. Give us a bit o' paper then to take to the bank to-morrow." "Shall I tell the crier to go round and shout that I have given you a hundred pounds for some reason or another? Don't be a fool, man!" "Give me notes, then," said Lannoe. "Every one of which, if I had them, would be numbered as having been paid to me. No, Lannoe, I have given you my word that I will pay you; and, what is more," he cried, excitedly, "if--if, I say--you understand? I'll give you another fifty." "Shake hands," said the man; and Tregenna unwillingly placed his white beringed fingers in the miner's horny paw, to take them out afterwards red and crushed. "I'll trust you, Lannoe, and you must trust me." "Right, master," said the miner. "Then look here. Where--" "That will do," said Tregenna. "I want to know nothing. I'll hear nothing. Come to me some day when you think it wise, and there is the money for you."