You know I am your friend, and I don't want to see a good fellow like you sent to prison for fifteen or twenty years, or, perhaps, hanged.

But there's only one way that I can see for me to save you.

You must go with me to the Cross-Triangle, and tell Mr.
Baldwin all about it, how you were just working for Nick, and how he made you help him do this, and all that you know.

If you do that, we can get you off." "I--I reckon you're right, Patches," returned the frightened weakling sullenly.

"Nick has sure treated me like a dog, anyway.