I know the facts that satisfied the jury."

"You never saw my father's statement?"

No, Mr. Prosser had been elsewhere, and had not been employed in my
brother's trial; he had only inherited the connection with our family
affairs when the matter had passed into comparative oblivion.

My brothers had never ceased to affirm that he had only started for the
farm that had been Lewthwayte's on hearing that an attack was to be
made on it, in hopes of preventing it, and that the witness, borne
against him on the trial by a fellow who had turned king's evidence,
had been false; but they had been unheeded, or rather Prometesky was
regarded as the most truly mischievous of all, as perhaps he really had
been, since he had certainly drawn them into the affair, and his life
had barely been saved in consideration of his having rescued a child
from the fire at great personal peril.

Ambrose had written again and again about him to my father, but as soon
as the name occurred the letter had been torn up. On their liberation
from actual servitude they had sent up their statement to the
Government of New South Wales; but in the meantime Prometesky had fared
much worse than they had. They had been placed in hands where their
education, superiority, and good conduct had gained them trust and
respect, and they had quickly obtained a remission of the severer part
of their sentence and become their own masters; indeed, if Ambrose had
lived, he would soon have risen to eminence in the colony. But
Prometesky had fallen to the lot of a harsh, rude master, who hated him
as a foreigner, and treated him in a manner that roused the proud
spirit of the noble. The master had sworn that the convict had
threatened his life, and years of working in chains on the roads had
been the consequence.

It was no time for entertaining a petition on his account, and before
the expiration of this additional sentence Ambrose was dead.

By that time Eustace, now a rich and prosperous man, would gladly have
taken his old tutor to his home, but Prometesky was still too proud,
and all that he would do was to build a little hut under a rock on the
Boola Boola grounds, where he lived upon the proceeds of such joiner's
and watchmaker's work as was needed by the settlers on a large area,
when things were much rougher than even when my nephews came home. No
one cared for education enough to make his gifts available in that
direction, except as concerned Harold, who