twenty dollars, sartin, he adds, turning over the leaves of his big book, and running his finger down a scale of names. I dont care if it costs a hundred. Give me an order for her release. Mcarstrow begins to understand mr. Sheriffs composition, and putting his hand into his pocket, draws forth a dwentydollar gold piece, throws it upon the table. The effect is electric it smooths down the surface of mr. Sheriffs nature,brings out the disposition to accommodate. The sheriffs politeness now taxes mcarstrows power to reciprocate.