Horatio Alger, The Cash Boy — Chapter XVII: Frank and His Jailer (1887)
“ Instead, a slide was revealed, about eight inches square, through which his late traveling companion pushed a plate of cold meat and bread."Here's something to eat," he said; "take it.""Why do you lock me in?" demanded our hero."You can get along without knowing, I suppose," said the other, with a sneer."I don't mean to," said Frank, firmly. "I demand an explanation. How long do you intend to keep me here?""I am sorry I can't gratify your curiosity, but I don't know myself.""Perhaps you think that I am rich, but I am not. I have no money. You can't get anything out of me," said Frank. ”
