"Indeed there is never an excuse for crime.

The young man is guilty, and he must suffer the penalty." "Is there no way to save him ?" asked Kenneth.
"If the prosecution were withdrawn and the case settled with the victim of the forged check, then the young man would be allowed his freedom.
But under the circumstances I doubt if such an arrangement could be made." "We're going to try it, anyhow," was the prompt decision.
So as soon as breakfast was over the next morning Beth and Kenneth took one of the automobiles, the boy consenting unwillingly to this sort of locomotion because it would save much time.

Fairview was twelve miles away, but by ten o'clock they drew up at the county jail.
They were received in the little office by a man named Markham, who was the jailer.

He was a round-faced, respectable appearing fellow, but his mood was distinctly unsociable.
"Want to see Tom Gates, eh?
Well! what for ?" he demanded.
"We wish to talk with him," answered Kenneth.
"Talk! what's the good?
You're no friend of Tom Gates.

I can't be bothered this way, anyhow." "I am Kenneth Forbes, of Elmhurst.