"He must be in fearfully depressed spirits," muttered Dick
sympathetically.
Dave Darrin regarded his chum curiously.
"Dick, you seem to have a positive sympathy for that fellow."
"I have," Prescott avowed promptly.
"You even seem to like him," pressed Darry.
"I do like him," Dick assented. "Darry, I believe that a lot
of good might be found in Tag Mosher if he could have the same
chance that most other fellows have. Usually, when a fellow says
he has had no chance in life, the fact really is that he has been
too lazy to take his chance. But I don't believe that Tag ever
had a real, sure-enough chance. He has spent his days with a
drunkard and a vagabond."
"Yet Tag has been to school," objected Tom Reade. "Tag talks
like a fellow who has had a very fair amount of schooling. Schools
teach something more than mere book lessons. They give a fellow
some of the first principles of truth and honor. Despite his
schooling, however, Tag prefers to steal as a means of supplying
all his needs. And now, at last, he is in jail, charged, perhaps,
with killing a fellow being."
"I wonder if Mr. Leigh is dead yet?" mused Dick. "I like being
off here in the deep forest like this, but there's one drawback.
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