,
and waited for revenge and only won suspicion, were driven off in
peril of their necks, with a drunken mob at full cry behind them.

They took refuge in a coasting schooner, setting sail for the eastern
fiords. Six days afterwards the schooner was caught in the ice at the
mouth of Seydis fiord, imprisoned there four months, out of reach of
help from land or sea, and every soul aboard died miserably.

Short as had been the shrift of Red Jason, the shrift of Michael
Sunlocks was yet shorter. On the order of Jorgen Jorgensen, the "late
usurper of the Government of Iceland" was sent for the term of his
natural life to the Sulphur Mines that he had himself established as
a penal settlement.

And such was the fall of Michael Sunlocks.

THE BOOK OF RED JASON.

CHAPTER I.

WHAT BEFELL OLD ADAM.

Now it would be a long task to follow closely all that befell the
dear old Adam Fairbrother, from the time when the ship wherein he
sailed for Iceland weighed anchor in Ramsey bay. Yet not to know what
strange risks he ran, and how in the end he overcame all dangers, by
God's grace and his own extreme labor, is not to know this story of
how two good men with a good woman between them pursued each other
over the earth with vows of vengeance, and came together at length in
heaven's good time and way. So not to weary the spirit with much
speaking, yet to leave nothing unsaid that shall carry us onward to
that great hour when Red Jason and Michael Sunlocks stood face to
face, let us begin where Adam's peril began, and hasten forward to
where it ended.

Fourteen days out of Ramsey, in latitude of 64 degrees, distant
about five leagues north of the Faroes, and in the course of west
northwest, hoping to make the western shores of Iceland, Adam with
his shipmates was overtaken by foul weather, with high seas and
strong wind opposing them stoutly from the northwest. Thus they were
driven well into the latitude of sixty-six off the eastern coast of
Iceland, and there, though the seas still ran as high as to the poop,
they were much beset by extraordinary pieces of ice which appeared to
come down from Greenland. Then the wind abated, and an unsearchable
and noisome fog followed; so dense that not an acre of sea could be
seen from the top-mast head, and so foul that the compasses would not
work in it. After that, though they wrought night and day with poles
and spikes, they were beaten among the ice as scarce any ship eve