"Who--me?--I'm here to cut this man's hair," wherefore, the barber applied the clippers so unexpectedly and so roughly to the head of the man who had been seated next to Lem, that the unlucky fellow protested loudly. Last Time turned upon Blinky. He scowled at him for a second, his lips curled away fiercely, emphasizing an under-shot jaw. "You old clothes thief," he hissed, "you rod-ridin', cheap, ugly leather-snatcher--you forgot the hammerin' I handed you last month, eh?" Last Time shot a quick look across the corridor at the guard's back. Then he reached out and took a clutching handful of Blinky's shirt-front, and thrust his right fist close to Blinky's nose. Blinky, who was a head taller, now hung away, white and dumb. "You let this new man alone--do you get me? You let him alone. The next time I get at you I'll take your jaw off--I'll send you across the lot for many a day--get away--get," he snarled, with a violent, contemptuous push. The minute the other onlookers had noted Last Time's attitude toward Lem, they faded noiselessly away like so many rats. All except Shorty. He stood meekly, holding the shirt and the trousers across his arm. "That's the bully of the jail," said the convict, following Blinky with a belligerent look. "He's got 'em all bluffed--but one," he added with a scornful laugh. "What you waitin' on?" he demanded of Shorty. "Here's his clothes," replied Shorty, indicating Lem with a jerk of his head. Last Time scathed him with a withering look. "Say, I had a trained cockroach once that could learn things quicker than you--you get dumber and dumber day by day. This man is on the court side--he keeps his own clothes. Take them things back to the dud-cubboard, and put 'em back where you got 'em from. Let's see--you're Lutts, ain't you?" he broke off, producing from his pocket the pink slip Lem had seen the guard have when he was first brought into the cell house. "Yes--I air ole Cap Lutts' boy o' Moon mountain." The convict shot a curious look at Lem. CHAPTER XI A FRIEND IN NEED "Sure--that's right," he assented. "Well, Lutts, come with me now. You have to take a bath--everybody that comes in here has to take a bath, the first dash out the box. You ain't never been in a place like this before, have you? A blind man can see that," he conjectured, gnawing a chew off a very black prison plug. "Have a chew?" "I never hankered fo' t'baccy," declined Lem, smilingly, with a gesture which he meant for a polite curtsy in lieu of thanks.