hat the mere intensity of his gaze had awakened him.
The Rat was sleeping profoundly. Loristan spoke in Samavian and under
his breath.

"Beloved one," he said. "You are very young. Because I am your
father--just at this hour I can feel nothing else. I have trained you
for this through all the years of your life. I am proud of your young
maturity and strength but--Beloved--you are a child! Can I do this
thing!"

For the moment, his face and his voice were scarcely like his own.

He kneeled by the bedside, and, as he did it, Marco half sitting up
caught his hand and held it hard against his breast.

"Father, I know!" he cried under his breath also. "It is true. I am a
child but am I not a man also? You yourself said it. I always knew
that you were teaching me to be one--for some reason. It was my secret
that I knew it. I learned well because I never forgot it. And I
learned. Did I not?"

He was so eager that he looked more like a boy than ever. But his
young strength and courage were splendid to see. Loristan knew him
through and through and read every boyish thought of his.

"Yes," he answered slowly. "You did your part--and now if I--drew
back--you would feel that I HAD FAILED YOU-FAILED YOU."

"You!" Marco breathed it proudly. "You COULD not fail even the weakest
thing in the world."

There was a moment's silence in which the two pairs of eyes dwelt on
each other with the deepest meaning, and then Loristan rose to his feet.

"The end will be all that our hearts most wish," he said. "To-morrow
you may begin the new part of 'the Game.' You may go to Paris."

When the train which was to meet the boat that crossed from Dover to
Calais steamed out of the noisy Charing Cross Station, it carried in a
third-class carriage two shabby boys. One of them would have been a
handsome lad if he had not carried himself slouchingly and walked with
a street lad's careless shuffling gait. The other was a cripple who
moved slowly, and apparently with difficulty, on crutches. There was
nothing remarkable or picturesque enough about them to attract
attention. They sat in the corner of the carriage and neither talked
much nor seemed to be particularly interested in the journey or each
other. When they went on board the steamer, they were soon lost among
the commoner passengers and in fact found for themselves a secluded
place which was not advantageous enough to be wanted by any one else.

"What can such