Nathaniel took his arm sympathetically.
"Hadn't we better go, Dad ?" he whispered.
"No--no--no--not yet, Nat.

It's--it's--Neil now and I must see how the boy--stands it!" It was but a short time before the guards returned.

This time their prisoner walked free and erect.

The thongs dangled from his wrists and he was a pace ahead of the two men who accompanied him.

He was a young man.