Jason squared himself and demanded:
"Did you kill those men?"
"I did not," was the sharp answer.
The son held his shifting eye by the glare of the camp fire.
"Did you have anything to do with the killing of those men?"
To his own he would not lie longer. It wasn't necessary. His reply was quick and unequivocal.
"I did not do it. But I approved it."
"It was the work of a beast."
"You cannot speak to me like that, sir!" the old man growled.
"And why not?"