He saw himself coming out into the staring summer day.

He watched the prisoner come to him and touch his arm, and say: "Thank you, M'sieu'.

You have saved my life." He saw himself turn to this man: He roused from his trance, he staggered to his feet, the shears rattled to the floor.

Lurching forward, he caught Jo Portugais by the throat, and said, as he had said outside the court-room years ago: "Get out of my sight.

You're as guilty as hell!" His grip tightened--tightened on Jo's throat.