I was inspired to fight, to try and work myself out of the slough into which I have drifted, and I have come to you for help.

I am here." Nickie the Kid opened his arms with a dramatic gesture--his face was very sad.
"Liar!" said the young clergyman looking Nickie straight in the eye.
"Liar!" he repeated.
Nickie looked back into the eye of the clergyman.

His face betrayed no amazement.

For a moment it was grave, almost reproachful, and then it relaxed into a broad grin.

The device had failed--there was no further occasion for subterfuge.
"Well," Mr.Crips admitted, "I don't pretend to be a George Washington.