'Oh, I'll hold up my end of the partnership. Years of dangling from hanged men's feet taught me the value of honest dealings.' Jack stopped talking for a moment to stifle his mirth. Then, 'Yes, the advantages of being on the road with Half-Cocked Jack are many: no man is my master. I have boots. A sword, axe, and horse, too. I cannot be but chaste. Secret smugglers' roads are all known to me. I know the zargon and the code-signs of Vagabonds, who, taken together, constitute a sort of (if I may speak poetically) net-work of information, spreading all over the world, functioning smoothly even when damaged, by which I may know which pays offer safe haven and passage, and which oppress wandering persons. You could do worse.'