“I know it, Mr. Robbins. I have been a bad man, but it is not too late to reform. If you’ll let me go I will leave Oreville to-night, and I will never trouble you again.”
“It isn’t me you have troubled. It is the boy. You robbed him, or tried to do it, at Oak Forks, and now you have turned up here.”
“I didn’t know he was here.”
“You didn’t know I was here, or I think you would have given the place a wide berth.”
“I am very sorry for what I did, and if you’ll only spare my life, I’ll promise to reform.”
“I haven’t much faith in your promises, but I’ll leave it to the boy. Ernest, what shall I do with this man?”
Ernest had come forward, and was standing but a few feet from Luke and his captive.
“If he promises to reform,” said Ernest, “you’d better give him another chance, Luke.”
“I am not sure that I ought to, but it is you to whom he has done the most harm. If you give him over to the miners we shall never be troubled by him again.”
Tom Burns turned pale, for he knew that life and death were in the balance, and that those two—Luke and the boy—were to decide his fate.