I must do what is just." "It's not just," he said, savagely.

"What good'll it do me to go back ther'?
I was goin' down, down, an' bringin' th' others with me.

What good'll it do you or the rest to hev me ther'?
To make me afraid?
It's poor learnin' frum fear.

Who taught me what was right?
Who cared?
No man cared fur my soul, till I thieved 'n' robbed; 'n' then judge 'n' jury 'n' jailers was glad to pounce on me.

Will yoh gev me a chance?
will yoh ?" It was a desperate face before him; but Holmes never knew fear.
"Stand aside," he said, quietly.