"Why?"
"Because I—I But what's the use, you won't believe me." And Dan Baxter hung his head for a moment.
"Maybe I will. Tell me why."
"I came away from them because I was sick of their doings, that's why. I—I am sick of all of it,—sick in body and in mind, too."
"You didn't want to see us doped, as they call it?"
"No! no!"
"And that is why you warned us and gave us that good water?"
"Yes."
"Dan, you're a little bit more of a real man than I thought you were. I thought you were willing to do anything against me and my brothers."
"Well, I was once, but now But what's the use of talking, you won't believe me. And why should you? I've been against you ever since we first met."
"That's the straight truth, Dan, and you've done some pretty mean and desperate things."
"I don't know why I did them, Dick honestly I don't. Lots of times I knew you and your brothers were right and I was wrong. But the Old Nick got in me and I—well, you know how I acted. Now I'm an outcast—nobody decent
