"When you're a prisoner, you get used to a good deal," he said, later
on, when they were unloading the bodies and some of the men looked white
and sick. "They're new to it," he explained to me. "It makes them sick
and scared; but it won't after a while."
"Why are most of them here?" I asked. "Most of them look honest--and--"
"Honest!" he exclaimed, with the first show he had made of rebellion or
resentment. "Honest! Of course most of us are honest. It is liquor does
it mostly. None of _us_ are thieves--yet!"