Out of the delirium of his drunken trance had come Charley's recognition of the man he knew now as Jo Portugais.

But the recognition had been sent again into the obscurity whence it came, and had not been mentioned since.

To outward seeming they had gone on as before.

As Charley saw the knotted brows, the staring eyes, the clinched hands, the figure of the woodsman rigid in its agony of remorse, he said to himself: "What right had I to save this man's life?
To have paid for his crime would have been easier for him.

I knew he was guilty.