"
"Yes."
"I have thought it over; in fact, I have been thinking about it
all day; but even yet I don't know what to tell you. One moment I
think the truth would merely provoke another act of violence; the
next I feel that it must be made public regardless of
consequences. As for its effect upon myself--you know I care very
little what people say or think."
"I'm sorry I killed the fellow--I shouldn't have done it, but--one
sees things differently out in the rough and here in the settled
country. Laws don't work alike in all places; they depend a good
deal upon--geography. There are times when the theft of a crust of
bread would warrant the punishment I gave Panfilo. I can't help
but feel that his conduct, under the circumstances, called for--
what he got. He wasn't a good man, in spite of what Jose says;
Anto confessed to me that they were planning all sorts of deviltry
together."
"That is hardly an excuse." Alaire smiled faintly.
"Oh, I know!" Dave agreed. "But, you see, I don't feel the need of
one. The sentimental side of the affair, which bothers you,
doesn't affect me in the least."
Alaire nodded. "You have made me understand how you look at
things, and I must confess that I tolerate actions that would have
shocked me before I came to know this country.
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