a new leaf when my father did," he said. "I had a chance then to do something for myself. Now I am so deep in the mud I don't know how I'll ever get out."
"I am certainly sorry for you, Dan—especially after what you did for our crowd to-night. If you really want to turn over a new leaf I am willing to help you all I can. But you know how the law stands—we can't let you go after what has happened in the past. If you come up for trial, though, I'll be as easy as I can on you, and I know the others will be easy, too. Perhaps, as you are young, you'll get off with a light sentence, and then you'll have a chance to reform after that."
At this Dan Baxter hung his head.
"It's a terrible disgrace—to go to prison," he answered, in a low tone. "But my father had to go through it, and I guess I am worse than he is." He heaved a deep sigh. "Well, I'll try to stand it."
"If it gets as far as that, when you come out, Dan, you come straight to me and I'll help you."
"Will you do that, Dick?" asked the former bully, eagerly, and for the instant his face brightened.
"I will, and there is my hand on it," and then the two who had been enemies for so many years shook hands. After that Dan Baxter con-
