Maybe I am no better than the others; so don't make a saint of me.

Perhaps you hate me too, now that I've told you as much ?" "Hate you, Jack?
While life lasts I could never do that! I've heard that there is no harm in being a Freeman anywhere but here; so why should I think the worse of you for that?
But if you are a Freeman, Jack, why should you not go down and make a friend of Boss McGinty?
Oh, hurry, Jack, hurry! Get your word in first, or the hounds will be on your trail." "I was thinking the same thing," said McMurdo.

"I'll go right now and fix it.

You can tell your father that I'll sleep here to-night and find some other quarters in the morning." The bar of McGinty's saloon was crowded as usual; for it was the favourite loafing place of all the rougher elements of the town.

The man was popular; for he had a rough, jovial disposition which formed a mask, covering a great deal which lay behind it.