But that didn't help
me any, either, so I went back, found the money, and started back
this way to put that money back where I got it. I never knew
that anything I helped myself to would grow so heavy, but back
I had to come with that money. I can't understand what made me
feel that way about a little money. Maybe it was"
"Conscience," suggested Dick promptly.
"Conscience?" repeated Tag wonderingly. "What's that? I know
I've heard that word somewhere---some time."
Dick was wondering how to make sure of Tag this time. If he shouted
to his friends in camp Prescott felt positive that Tag would leap
up, knock him down and glide away. Give him a start of a hundred
yards in these forests, and Tag Mosher, otherwise young Page,
was quite certain to distance and elude all pursuit.
CHAPTER XXIV
CONCLUSION
As a last resort the high school boy decided to make one more
effort to use persuasion.
"Tag" he urged, "be a real fellow. Show some grit, and purpose.
No matter what you've done, or what you haven't done, show that
you've sand enough to get up and walk back into camp with me---to
meet your father. Come, get up and come along, like a real fellow
with real grit, won't you?"
"Get up?" echoed Tag bitterly.
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