But me?
The first two weeks behind bars will kill me!" "You should have thought of that before you cracked Leigh's skull," retorted Deputy Valden.
"I tell you that I didn't do it, and that I never before heard of a man of that name!" cried Tag Mosher fiercely.
"Leigh says you did," the deputy again informed the prisoner.
"Oh, well, then, we'll say that I did," agreed Tag moodily.

"I'm as good as finished, if the charge has been made.

No one around here would think of believing anything that Tag Mosher might say." Somehow, despite the unsavory reputation of the prisoner, Dick Prescott found himself feeling more than ordinary sympathy for this dejected prisoner.

Could it be possible that Tag really was innocent of this last and most serious charge against him?
It didn't seem likely that the officers had gone after the wrong young man.
"Tag is bad, and yet there's also good in him that is very close to the surface," Prescott told himself.

"It seems really too bad to think of this young fellow being locked up, away from the sunshine and the fresh air of the woods.