Then all at once Leather sprang to his feet.
“There, sir,” he said, “you are the first who has heard my tale. The law has branded me a convict, and I can only say ‘Please let all this be as if it had never been said.’ And yet I don’t know,” he continued, with his eyes softening; “it has done me good. Still I don’t ask you to believe me, sir. There is plenty of deceit out here, and I have met some clever actors of innocent parts in the different gangs.”
“But I do believe you,” cried Nic earnestly—“every word. Oh, I felt that you could not have been so bad.”
“Thank you, my lad,” said the convict, smiling; and Nic thought what a fine, handsome, manly fellow he was when his face lit up. “No: I cannot shake hands. Some day, perhaps. I should like to help you, not drag you down. It is master and servant, you know. Yes,” he added, after a pause, as he gazed earnestly in Nic’s eyes, “you do believe me. There, I shall work more easily now, for life is brighter than it was.”
He sprang to his feet now, and moved to go, but came back.
“We were forgetting the execution of the poisonous snake, sir,” he said, with a little laugh. “This way.”
“No,” said Nic quietly; “let it live another day.”
He walked to his horse, lifted the rein and threw it over the animal’s neck, then sprang upon its back.
“Master Nic!”
“Yes.”