ecognized Jorgen Jorgensen.

"I know this old man," he said. "What is he doing here? Ah, God pity
me, I had forgotten. I saw him at the mines. Then he is back. And,
now I remember, he is Governor again."

Saying this, an agony of bewilderment quivered in his face. He looked
around.

"Then where is Michael Sunlocks?" he cried in a loud voice. "Where is
he? Which is he? Who is he? Will no one tell me? Speak! For the
merciful Christ's sake let some one speak."

There was a moment of silence, in which the vast crowd trembled
as one man with wonder and dismay. The Bishop and Judge stood
motionless. Jorgen Jorgensen smiled bitterly and shook his head, and
Jason raised his right hand to cover his face from the face of the
insensible man at his feet, as if some dark foreshadowing of the
truth had swept over him in an instant.

What happened thereafter Jason never knew, only that there was a
shrill cry and a rustle like a swirl of wind, only that someone was
coming up behind him through the walls of human beings, that still
stood apart like riven rocks, only that in a moment a woman had flung
herself over the prostrate body of his comrade, embracing it, raising
it in her arms, kissing its pale cheeks, and sobbing over it, "My
husband! my husband."

It was Greeba. When the dark mist had cleared away from before his
eyes, Jason saw her and knew her. At the same instant he saw and knew
his destiny, that his yoke-fellow had been Michael Sunlocks, that his
lifelong enemy had been his life's sole friend.

It was a terrible discovery, and Jason reeled under the shock of it
like a beast that is smitten to its death. And while he stood there,
half-blind, half-deaf, swaying to and fro as if the earth rocked
beneath him, across his shoulders, over his cheeks and his mouth and
his eyes fell the lash of the tongue of Jorgen Jorgensen.

"Yes, fool that you are and have been," he cried in his husky voice,
"that's where your Michael Sunlocks is."

"Shame! Shame!" cried the people.

But Jorgen Jorgensen showed no pity or ruth.

"You have brought him here to your confusion," he cried again, "and
it's not the first time you've taken this part to your own loss."

More he would have said in the merciless cruelty of his heart, only
that a deep growl came up from the crowd and silenced him.

But Jason heard nothing, saw nothing, felt nothing, knew nothing,
save that Michael Sunlocks lay at his feet, that Greeba knelt beside
him, and t