The crowd shifted and looked round, amid a deep murmur of surprise
and expectation. Then by one of the involuntary impulses that move
great assemblies, the solid wall of human beings seemed to part of
itself, and make a way for someone.

It was Red Jason, carrying Michael Sunlocks across his breast and
shoulder. His bronzed cheeks were worn, his sunken eyes burned with a
dull fire. He strode on, erect and strong, through the riven way of
men and women. A breathless silence seemed to follow him. When he
came to the foot of the Mount, he stopped, and let Sunlocks drop
gently to the ground. Sunlocks was insensible, and his piteous white
face looked up at the heavy dome of the sky. A sensation of awe held
the vast crowd spellbound. It was as if the Almighty God had heard
the blasphemy of that miserable old man, and given him on the instant
his impious wish.

IV.

Then, in that breathless silence, Jason stood erect and said, in a
firm, clear, sonorous voice, "You know who I am. Some of you hate me.
Some of you fear me. All of you think me a sort of wild beast among
men. That is why you caged me. But I have broken my bars, and brought
this man along with me."

The men on the Mount had not time to breathe under the light and fire
that flashed upon them when Jason lifted his clenched hand and said,
"O, you that dwell in peace; you that go to your beds at night; you
that eat when you are hungry and drink when you are athirst, and rest
when you are weary: would to God you could know by bitter proof what
this poor man has suffered. But _I_ know it, and I can tell you what
it has been. Where is your Michael Sunlocks, that I may tell it to
him? Which is he? Point him out to me."

Then the people drew a deep breath, for they saw in an instant what
had befallen these two men in the dread shaping of their fate.

"Where is he?" cried Jason, again.

And in a voice quivering with emotion, the Judge said:

"Don't you know the man you've brought here?"

"No--yes--yes," cried Jason. "My brother--my brother in suffering--my
brother in misery--that's all I know or care. But where is your
Michael Sunlocks? I have something to say to him. Where is he?"

Jorgen Jorgensen had recovered himself by this time, and pressing
forward, he said with a cruel smile,

"You fool; shall I tell you where he is?"

"Heaven forbid it!" said the Bishop, stepping out and lifting both
hands before the Governor's face. But in that instant Jason had
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