I could see Ignace; I could see the devil; I could see the Kimash River.

I shall ride myself some day.
"Ride where ?" "What does it matter where ?" "Why should you ride ?" "Because you ride fast with the devil." "What is the good of riding fast ?" "In the rush a man forget." "What does he forget, my friend ?" There was a pause, in which a man with a load of crime upon his soul dwelt upon the words my friend, coming from the lips of one who knew the fulness of his iniquity.

Then he answered: "In the noise he forget that a voice is calling in his ear, 'You did It!' He forget what he see in his dreams.

He forget the hand that touch him on the arm when he walk in the woods alone, or lie down to sleep at night, no one near.

He forget that some one wait--wait--wait, till he has suffer long enough, or till, one day, he think he is happy again, and the Thing he did is far off like a dream--to drag him out to the death he did not die.