truggled on--on--on--on--over the dismal chaos.

Sometimes when the pang of thirst was strongest he remembered what he
had heard of the madness that comes of it--that the afflicted man
walks round in a narrow circle, round and round over the self-same
place (as if the devil's bridle bound him like an unbroken horse)
until nature fails and he faints and falls. Yet thinking of himself
so, in that weary spot, with Sunlocks over him, he shuddered, but
took heart of strength and struggled on.

And all this time Sunlocks lay inert and lifeless on his shoulder, in
a deep unconsciousness that was broken by two moments only of
complete sensibility. In the first of these he said:

"I must have been dreaming, for I thought I had found my brother."

"Your brother?" said Jason.

"Yes, my brother; for I have got one, though I have never seen him,"
said Sunlocks. "We were not together in childhood, as other brothers
are, but when we grew to be men I set out in search of him. I thought
I had found him at last--but it was in hell."

"God-a-mercy!" cried Jason.

"And when I looked at him," said Sunlocks, "it seemed to me that he
was you. Yes, you; for he had the face of my yoke-fellow at the
Mines. I thought you were my brother indeed."

"Lie still, brother," whispered Jason; "lie still and rest."

In the second moment of his consciousness Sunlocks said, "Do you
think the judges will listen to us?"

"They must--they shall," said Jason.

"But the Governor himself may be one of them," said Sunlocks.

"What matter?" said Jason.

"He is a hard man--do you know who he is?"

"No," said Jason; but he added, quickly, "Wait! Ah, now I remember.
Will he be there?"

"Yes."

"So much the better."

"Why?" said Sunlocks.

And Jason answered, with heat and flame of voice, "Because I hate and
loathe him."

"Has he wronged you also?" said Sunlocks.

"Yes," said Jason, "and I have waited and watched five years to
requite him."

"Have you never yet met with him?"

"Never! But I'll see him now. And if he denies me this justice,
I'll----"

"What?"

At that he paused, and then said quickly, "No matter."

But Sunlocks understood and said, "God forbid it."

Half an hour later, Red Jason, still carrying Michael Sunlocks, was
passing through the chasm of All Men, a grand, gloomy diabolical
fissure opening into the valley of Thingvellir. It was morning of the
day following his escape from the Sulphur Mines of Krisuvik. The air