“I believe you, Morgan, although it is rather an unusual view for your class to take.”
“It is true in my case; but if I should try, I don’t think I could put my finger upon another crook who feels just as I do about it.”
“No; I do not think you could.”
“Ninety-nine out of a hundred of the crooks who have, sooner or later, felt the weight of your hand, want revenge.”
“That is only natural, I suppose.”
“Natural or not, it is true. Many a man is engaged this minute in keeping tabs on the days of the week and month by scratching on the walls of their cells, who are only waiting to get out in order to get square with you.”
“Sure thing, Red; but I’m not getting nervous about them.”
“Oh, I know that, and it isn’t what I’m driving at. Let me go on in my own way.”
“Correct. Go ahead.”
“Some of them want to murder you; some only want to punch you, and—well, there are all sorts of feelings among them, and out of the whole lot it is safe to say that not one out of a thousand would ever take definite shape if there was nobody to direct them.”