Presently he muttered, half aloud: "And now they say that I've committed a murder! They'll prove it on me, too.

Tag Mosher, you're done for." "Anyway, you're in a rather bad fix, young man," confirmed Deputy Valden.

"Even with the best luck you'll be locked up for some years to come." "That will kill me!" muttered Tag sullenly.

"I can't live anywhere outside of the big forest.

In jail---why, I'd die of lack of fresh air! My father, old Bill Mosher, can get along in jail all right---he's used to it.