"There are good and bad in every country. You must not judge us all by
the worst samples."
"I forgive 'em since I met you," went on Barry. "In the old days on the
gold fields we had a lively time, and no mistake. I was a lonely man
there, although I had one good pal at first. He had a failing--he liked
the drink and the girls, and any painted gazelle that came along could
take all he had. But he was a thundering good pal to me."
Again he stopped, and a far-away look came into his eyes. He was
recalling memories of the past, and they stirred him as they will always
do men who have seen things and not gained their knowledge from talk.