I'm a good hater, but my mother didn't raise me to be a real crook." "You're a quitter, I guess," jeered the other.

"Anyway, if you claim to be a man of sand you'll have to show me." "And I guess it's about time that you showed me something, too," challenged Mock, looking furtively at the stoop-shouldered man.
"I'm ready enough to show you a whole lot of things, when I find out that you're man enough to stand up for yourself and pay back those who treat you like dirt," retorted the other.
"There's one thing you can show me, first of all," challenged Mock.
"Yes?
What ?" "Show me why you're so anxious to have harm happen to Captain Holmes and Captain Prescott." "Because I like you; because I'm a friend of yours," returned the stoop-shouldered one.
"You're a pretty new friend," Mock went on.

"I never saw you until that day when the captain caught me shirking and told off two men to prod me back into camp." "That was the time for you to know me," declared the other brazenly.
"That was the time when you needed a friend to show you how to get square like a man instead of like a coward and a quitter." "Be careful with your names!" commanded Mock harshly.

"Say, Mr.
Man, who are you, and what are you ?" "Private Mock, I believe I can answer that question for you!" broke in Captain Dick Prescott, stepping out from behind his leafy screen..