ed her name slowly but clearly.
Then Sheila thrust the paper in her bosom, and an instant later a nurse,
sent by the resident doctor, entered.

"They cannot hang me or banish me, for my end has come," whispered
Noreen before Sheila left.

In the street of Spanish Town almost the first person Sheila saw was
Dyck Calhoun. With pale, radiant look she went to him. He gazed at her
strangely, for there was that in her face he could not understand. There
was in it all the faith of years, all the truth of womanhood, all the
splendour of discovery, all that which a man can see but once in a human
face and be himself.

"Come with me," she said, and she moved towards King's House. He obeyed.
For some moments they walked in silence, then all at once under a
magnolia tree she stopped.

"I want you to read what a woman wrote who has just arrived in the
island from England. She is ill at the house of the general commanding."

Taking from her breast the slip of paper, she handed it to him. He read
it with eyes and senses that at first could hardly understand.

"God in heaven--oh, merciful God!" he said in great emotion, yet with a
strange physical quiet.

"This woman was his wife," Sheila said.

He handed the paper back. He conquered his agitation. The years of
suffering rolled away. "They'll put her in jail," he said with a strange
regret. He had a great heart.

"No, I think not," was the reply. Yet she was touched by his compassion
and thoughtfulness.

"Why?"

"Because she is going to die--and there is no time to lose. Come, we
will go to Lord Mallow."

"Mallow!" A look of bitter triumph came into Dyck's face. "Mallow--at
last!" he said.

CHAPTER XXIV. WITH THE GOVERNOR

Lord Mallow frowned on his secretary. "Mr. Calhoun to see me! What's his
business?"

"One can guess, your honour. He's been fighting for the island."

"Why should he see me? There is the general commanding."

The secretary did not reply, he knew his chief; and, after a moment,
Lord Mallow said: "Show him in." When Dyck Calhoun entered the governor
gave him a wintry smile of welcome, but did not offer to shake hands.
"Will you sit down?" he said, with a slow gesture.

Calhoun made a dissenting motion. "I prefer to stand, your honour."

This was the first time the two men had met alone since Dyck had
arrived in Jamaica, or since his trial. Calhoun was dressed in planter's
costume, and the governor was in an officer's uniform. They were in