And the reader need not fear an introduction to them, unless he should find himself garroted in some dark street or suburb, or his home rifled some dark and windy night.

As for Ben Burnley, he was from the North country, imprisoned for conspiracy and manslaughter in an attack upon non-union miners.

Toward the end of his time he made an attack upon a warder, and got five years more.

Then Monckton showed him he was a fool, and explained to him his own plan of conduct, and bade him observe how popular he was with the warders, and reaped all the favor they dared to show him.
"He treated me like a dog," said the man, sullenly.
"I saw it," said Leonard.

"And if I had been you I would have said nothing, but waited till my time was out, and then watched for him till he got his day out, and settled his hash.