unlocks heard him, and turned towards
him with a look of joy and pain in one quick glance of a moment.

"My son! my boy!" cried Adam.

"Father! Father!" cried Michael Sunlocks.

But in an instant the warders had closed about Sunlocks, and hurried
him on in the midst of them, while their loud shouts drowned all
other voices.

And when the troop had passed him, Adam sat a moment silent on his
little beast, and then he turned to his company and said:

"My good friends and faithful companions, my journey is at an end,
and you must go on without me. I came to this land of Iceland only to
find one who is my son indeed, though not flesh of my flesh, thinking
to rest my old arm on his young shoulder. I have found him now, but
he is in trouble, from some cause that I have yet to learn, and it is
my old shoulder that his young arm must rest upon. And this that you
have witnessed is not the meeting I looked for, and built my hopes
on, and buoyed up my failing spirits with, through all the trouble of
our many weary days. But God's will be done! So go your ways and
leave me where His wisdom has brought me, and may His mercy fetch you
in safety to your native country, and to the good souls waiting for
you there."

But the rough fellows protested that come what might, leave him they
never would, and old Chalse without more ado began to make ready to
pitch their tent on the thin patch of grass where they stood.

And that evening, while Adam wandered over the valley, trying to get
better knowledge of the strange events which he had read as if by
flashes of lightning, and hearing in broken echoes of the rise and
fall of the Republic, of the rise and fall of Michael Sunlocks, of
the fall and return of Jorgen Jorgensen, a more wondrous chance than
any that had yet befallen him was fast coming his way.

For late that night, when he sat in his grief, with his companions
busied about him, comforting him with what tender offices and soft
words their courageous minds could think of, a young Icelander came
to the gap of the tent and asked, in broken English, if they would
give a night's shelter to a lady who could find no other lodging, and
was alone save for himself, who had been her guide from Reykjavik.

At that word Adam's own troubles were gone from him in an instant,
and, though his people would have demurred, he called on the
Icelander to fetch the lady in, and presently she came, and then all
together stood dumbfounded, for th